Let Me Save You Chapter One: "Standing on the edge of morning/Scent of Sex and New Found Glory/Playing as she's pulling back her hair"
By RememberCedricDiggory
A/N: Well, here goes. As with many fanfiction writers, I have stooped to the level where I'm writing a songfic. Try to be nice to me, I hope it's not too terrible. This is written based on Something Corporate's "I Want to Save You." I own neither the song or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Something Corporate and J.K. Rowling. Enjoy.
Lily Evans got up from her place on the floor. It had been another lonely night, and she had managed yet again to sob herself to sleep. As if that hadn't been enough, after she had laid awake for hours, once she fell asleep she tossed and turned as if there was no tomorrow. So much that she completely rolled off the bed. She scolded herself, thinking that she should have bought a new bed ages ago, because surely that was the reason she was so uncomfortable. But the deepest regions of her mind told her that it wasn't the bed. It was the fact that she didn't have someone to share the bed with.
She stretched and headed into the bathroom. Remnants of yesterday's outfit were spread out all over the place. Her pants were on the toilet, and her bra was hanging over the shower curtain. Runny mascara covered her face. She looked and felt like a cheap whore. Not that she had had sex last night or anything. Last night was just a night out with the girls. She needed to stop going to these things though. She always managed to come back feeling more miserable than she had in the first place. Two years after Hogwarts and she was the only one of her friends without a serious relationship.
Were her standards too high? She had always admittedly been a perfectionist. She had never settled for anything, or anyone for that matter.
Take last night for instance. At least five guys had come up to her, wanting her phone number, but she turned each one down. That one's eyebrows were unkempt. That one looked dishonest. And that one… Well, that one just wanted to score.
She splashed water on her face, attempting to wake herself up. Glancing up, she peered at herself in the mirror. For a twenty year old, someone who should be in the prime of her life she looked… Well, old. One would think that if she was the only unattached one of her friends, she would be wild and crazy. She felt like an old hag.
"And rightly so," she said to no one in particular.
Gathering her hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, Lily proceeded into the small kitchen. She conjured up some coffee but spat it out immediately. Obviously, her spell had backfired, seeing as it wasn't really coffee, but barely ground coffee beans with about a tablespoon of water. She really needed to stop using magic this early in the morning.
