Post by kaitlin on Jan 11, 2010 18:01:01 GMT -5
Christopher Wyatt, well technically Christopher Wyatt Peace, but stopped claiming the last name in his school work to try to avoid drama with the people who knew his brothers, was slowly falling to pieces himself. The death, well the fake death but he wasn’t aware of that, of his girlfriend Lily Potter really has started eating away at him. To make it worse Harry Potter did this too her, and that just pushed him over the ledge. He couldn’t see Harry potter, the man he has looked up to for so many years actually killing his pregnant daughter! It was insane.
Downing the rest of his whiskey Chris just sighed as he traced his fingers over the rim of his glass. How nothing seemed to help his anger, or even dull the pain of loosing the Luna. Nothing at all. Shaking his head he ordered another glass watching the bartender fix him another glass sending it down the bar towards him. Lovely, he could just drink away another night. It wouldn’t be unusual. Hell nothing was unusual anymore. He wasn’t going to school lately, he was constantly getting into random fights on the streets for money, and he was just drinking the nights away, hoping it might just take his mind off of everything.
Knowing it wouldn’t happen he took a sip of the whiskey before laying his head on his arm that was placed on the bar. Closing his eyes and just thinking. Trying to figure away to possibly get back at that murdering bastard Harry Potter. Sighing he just figured he might as well give up. It wasn’t like there was something keeping him alive anymore…
Downing the rest of his whiskey Chris just sighed as he traced his fingers over the rim of his glass. How nothing seemed to help his anger, or even dull the pain of loosing the Luna. Nothing at all. Shaking his head he ordered another glass watching the bartender fix him another glass sending it down the bar towards him. Lovely, he could just drink away another night. It wouldn’t be unusual. Hell nothing was unusual anymore. He wasn’t going to school lately, he was constantly getting into random fights on the streets for money, and he was just drinking the nights away, hoping it might just take his mind off of everything.
Knowing it wouldn’t happen he took a sip of the whiskey before laying his head on his arm that was placed on the bar. Closing his eyes and just thinking. Trying to figure away to possibly get back at that murdering bastard Harry Potter. Sighing he just figured he might as well give up. It wasn’t like there was something keeping him alive anymore…