Smoke || larry

Preface

It's like you're falling. Your heart beat picks up and you hear screaming but you're not sure if it's in your head or not. It's like you can feel the wind rushing past you and you try to grab something, but you're falling too fast. The ground starts to get closer and you prepare for impact, but it never comes.

It's the feeling of stabbing pain that never seems to cease and nothing can ever truly make it go away. Almost as if everyday you have to let someone stab you without complaint and soon you slowly become numb to the pain.

Maybe, it's more like you lost your most valuable treasure. Your luckiest, most memorable item has been wretched away from you and no matter what you can never get it back.
Maybe that's how Harry can describe losing his sister.

Or maybe he can describe it as the thousands of tears that leak from his eyes as he watches his beautiful sister be dropped into the ground. Tears she can never shed again from her unblinking eyes and that alone makes Harry want to cry enough tears for her and him both.

Perhaps it's her empty bedroom that holds in her smell. If he creaks open the door he can see her clothes on the floor that will never be picked up and worn. He can look at the makeup that will never be used and he can see the bed that will never be made.

He can also describe it as the empty look in his mothers eyes as she tries to blink away the tears that constantly threaten to fall from them.

It's overall empty. The world around him is a black hole and it was once so beautiful. She was beautiful.

But the world destroyed her and when she left, the wonder of the world left with her or at least that's how Harry feels.

Because how can he live in this world without her to protect him from all the dangers? The dangers that took her away and Harry knows they'll take him away too.

Danger isn't something you can run from and eventually it gets ahold of you and it destroys you.

contains: drug use, violence and mentions of abuse