One Wish

One Wish: One

When I was young I was a complicated child. I had below none respect for my surroundings. Everyone had to shut up and listen to me. I wasn't like this to my parents, of course not, I loved them! You could say I was a spoiled brat because my parents were rich and gave me all I wanted. Maybe that's true, but I definitely made a lot of money myself, too. I never seemed too impressed by the fact I had the newest of the newest.

It's cold winter day, the clouds so thick that the sun can barely find a way to break through, I walk through town. Teignmouth, to be precise. It's near Christmas now, but seeing as my father died of a heart attack and my mother was brutally killed in a plane crash, I was going to spend this Christmas alone. Just like last year and the year before actually... My friend Tom left me to die, we had a fight about two weeks ago. It was a misunderstanding! I never meant to offend him, I never meant to hurt his feelings. But I did and I ruined everything. Then we have my old friend Chris, he said I could spend Christmas with him, but I considered that too late and he left to London with his family to spend the Christmas holidays there with the kids and his parents.

A sigh escapes my mouth as I make my way to the park. Snowflakes stick to my Gryffindor scarf. It is kind of stupid to wear a scarf like that one seeing I'm an adult, but I don't really care. Why can a 36-year-old man not wear a Gryffindor scarf? I've always been a Potterhead, so what are people going to do about it? I got this scarf years ago. My father gave it to me after I got the entire Harry Potter collection in books and the DVDs that were made back then - I went to see the final bit in the cinema a few years ago.

The wind makes the ends of the scarf wave, giving me some Harry Potter déjà vu. I hear a high pitched noise on my left and so I turn to find an empty swing moving on the wind. I swallow thickly as I realise which swing this is...

Teignmouth, 21st December 1993

"Hey Bellamy! Aren't you a little bit too old for a playground?"

I swear to the holy Lord Voldemort that my grin couldn't have been wider as it is right now. An evil glance lights up my eyes as I see the brunet looking at me with a scared face.

"What the fuck do you want now? Haven't you done enough?" he asks silently, Tom nudging my side with his elbow whilst chuckling like an idiot.

"Enough? Oh baby it's never enough. Not for you." I bark as I step closer, "I dunno where you got the courage from to speak to my like that. Where is your respect?"

Tom only seems to chuckle louder and louder, nearing loud laughter now.

"Why would I respect you..." the brunet mumbles, I heard it, but embarrassing him even more is way funnier!

"What did you say?"

"I said you're a bloody cunt!"

The boy seems shocked of what he just said, I don't like him cursing me. I spin around on my heel and walk away. Looking over my shoulder for a second he seems relieved and surprised that I left, but he's so fucking wrong there. I bow and make an ice ball with my gloved hands. I turn around again and throw it in his face. The boy yelps, falling off the swing, cupping his face with his hands. I watch the blood stream from his nose, droplets falling from his chin and into the white snow, forming some sort of pattern. I don't care, I don't care at all. He asked for it! He called me a cunt! No one calls me a cunt. I kick him in the ribs before I walk back to my friends and leave the playground.