Jealousy. Ah, I have been in the grips of that green-eyed monster more times than I care to think about.
When I was young, it was for the obvious things, shallow things. I was jealous of others... those more attractive, more personable, more popular. All of the things that I am not. I was a very unpromising youth, not that much has changed over the years... I just find it easier to intimidate others now. I pretended to not care about those who had what I did not but I doubt I convinced anyone. I certainly didn’t convince myself.
Now I am still jealous of others but for entirely different reasons.
I am jealous of those who did not make the monumental mistake that I made when I was eighteen.
I am jealous of those who are surrounded by people who know who they are; who aren’t greeted with suspicion every time they step outside their own rooms.
I am jealous of those who can sleep peacefully at night, untroubled by fears and worries, of past mistakes and tortures and of what is to come in the future.
I am jealous of those who do not have to suffer at the hands of a madman.
I am jealous of those who do not have blood on their hands and wish with all my heart that I could be among their number.
Muse: Severus Snape
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 231