Little Drops... [open. but be warned]

[minnieweasley]

Minnie lay on her stomach, thinking. What was the point to her life in which she wasn't told the reason and didn't clearly view it herself? Was there one? What exactly was the point to anyone's life? If all that hung around was grief and despair, why were they here? To be depressed? That didn't seem like a very good reason. Minnie felt like she was in a maze. She went on forever and ever and ever searching for a way out, but she never found it. Every turn she took, she would grow anxious. Maybe around that corner lay the exit, maybe around the next bend she would find something, anything, that let her know she was here for a reason and that someone appreciated her being here. But it never seemed to come. You twist and turn, and maneuver yourself around every obstacle that comes your way, but what you're looking for never gets any closer. Sometimes it just proceeds to be further away. You keep going and going, but it's all the same. Nothing changes. You're still there, being your stupid self. Yet Minnie still promised herself that she would plead that she'd find a way out of that maze - no matter how hard it got.

[potterfreak14]

Indago's moody scowl remained on the slowly dying fire. She wasn't so depressed to the point where she'd commit suicide... Indago then realized that Minnie was being quite hypocrotical, after all, hadn't Minnie attempted to kill herself last term?

[minnieweasley]

Minnie sighed. She just wanted to go away somewhere, anywhere.... Those dreams you always had when you were little, about who you wanted to be, and what you were going to do, everything that you wanted life to be.... It was just now dawning on Minnie that all of those little kids who dream big will probably never achieve what they thought they would. They'd never accomplish what they had dreamt of so long. No matter how hard they tried. Everything they thought would be real wouldn't be. It didn't seem fair to them.

[potterfreak14]

Indago stood up, then began pacing. She was restless, as if she had over-dosed on caffiene pills. Indago had the strong desire to kick something, that couch looked like it was asking for it... Indago kicked the leg of it, the moodily crossed her arms. The uncovered eye traveled to the fireplace.

[minnieweasley]

Minnie had thought that, with Cassandra dead, everything would get better. But it seemed as though things had only gotten worse. There was no longer any reason for life to go on.

[potterfreak14]

Indago felt a pang, a sudden andintense craving for chocolate... Argh, the baby wanted chocolate! Indago pulled out a candy bar from her poclet, she had taken to carrying one around with her. She tore off the wrapper and began shoveling it down. Ahh, that was better.

[minnieweasley]

Minnie wanted to hop on a broom or something, and fly far, far away, where no one could find her, including trouble. Then everything would be better.... There would be no worries, Minnie wouldn't have any cares... except surviving.

[potterfreak14]

After she'd wolfed down all the chocolate, she chucked the wrapper into the dying fire. She was still restless...

[minnieweasley]

Minnie thought of several possible, yet very painful ways of dying. She wondered if anyone had actually died from them. If they did, she couldn't help feeling really sorry for them. It would have been such a painful death.... But, then again, might it be more painful to live through them?

[potterfreak14]

Indago sighed, then went upstairs and climbed into bed, laying still for a while. She couldn't sleep...

[minnieweasley]

"Indago?" Minnie said from her bed, hearing Indago enter. Her voice was slightly muffled from the pillow.

[potterfreak14]

"hmm?" Indago responded, laying on her side.

[minnieweasley]

"Nothing," Minnie responded. "I was just making sure it was you."

[potterfreak14]

"Okay." Indago responded. She turned over to her other side, pretending to fall asleep. She wasn't really in the mood for talking.

[minnieweasley]

Minnie got the hint. She wished she could go to sleep.