Am I Really Alone?
Written by cleojan5

Am I all alone? I must be. Because only if I was all alone would I say the things I’m about to say, and think the things I’m thinking.

The chilly wind blows around me and I try to think straight.

“Harry! Harry!” I scream. But no one comes.

I must be alone. I would have to be alone, to feel the way I’m feeling.

I am cold. Not only from the wind and rain but from the feeling that no one is here. I breathe in and out slowly, waiting for the cold night air to take my breath away from me forever.

If I wasn’t alone, I wouldn’t hear these things…

I hear death calling my name, beckoning me. Am I going insane? And I hear something else. No, it says, you are not. You are dying.

I can’t tell weather the voice is coming from me or from the desolate emptiness that I am surrounded by.

I must be alone. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t know the things I know.

The feeling that death is near changes into the knowledge that it is coming. I am about to die. “Harry…” I whisper quietly, and then I close my eyes forever.

Am I really alone?