acidpop25: "Broken Lives," PG-13
Title: Broken Lives
Author: acidpop25
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 14, Break
Date: 07/01/06
Pairing(s): Harry and Percy... not really slash though.
Warning: language
Summary: All these broken lives... when does it all just stop?
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore. And they look to me because suddenly Dumbledore is gone and suddenly I'm the hero and I'm leading these people and I'm leading my friends and I don't know what I'm doing and I'm going to get them killed. And then what? It's all fucking falling apart, all of it, and I can't fight a war and lead and watch the people I love die because I made the wrong choice, I can't, I can't, I can't.
All these broken lives.... when does it all just stop?
~*~*~*~
Everything here is breakable. And everyone one, even me. We bustle around and fill out forms and file papers and talk and talk and talk and the diplomats pop in and out a furious rate but we're all on the verge of collapse. It is too much, and we're all of us, to a man, so tired. Exhausted and sick of it all and any day now it'll come crashing down on our heads while we're trying not to worry, trying not to think, trying not to feel, because if we did surely there would be no coming back to this farce of a war effort.
I look around this... this place, and I just feel... weak. How could they have made me believe?
Author: acidpop25
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 14, Break
Date: 07/01/06
Pairing(s): Harry and Percy... not really slash though.
Warning: language
Summary: All these broken lives... when does it all just stop?
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore. And they look to me because suddenly Dumbledore is gone and suddenly I'm the hero and I'm leading these people and I'm leading my friends and I don't know what I'm doing and I'm going to get them killed. And then what? It's all fucking falling apart, all of it, and I can't fight a war and lead and watch the people I love die because I made the wrong choice, I can't, I can't, I can't.
All these broken lives.... when does it all just stop?
~*~*~*~
Everything here is breakable. And everyone one, even me. We bustle around and fill out forms and file papers and talk and talk and talk and the diplomats pop in and out a furious rate but we're all on the verge of collapse. It is too much, and we're all of us, to a man, so tired. Exhausted and sick of it all and any day now it'll come crashing down on our heads while we're trying not to worry, trying not to think, trying not to feel, because if we did surely there would be no coming back to this farce of a war effort.
I look around this... this place, and I just feel... weak. How could they have made me believe?