A/N: This is kinda a songy fic to "Tourniquet" from Evanescence. I think
it's very cool. BTW, the actually story part will be in these things –
minus signs I guess. Anyway, here it goes.
~.~.~.~
I tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
-A young Hermione Granger sat on the edge of a bed, blade above her palm. She was sick of the pain and wanted to relieve it. The blade met the skin that was her palm and she pressed down. Blood dribbles emerged from the skin, Hermione looking from above in satisfaction. But somehow, she wasn't satisfied.-
I lay dying
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
-As the blood dribbled slowly down her wrist, she watched and smiled. She almost screamed. The pain she had never imagined. She wanted more. Slowly crossing the other mark with the blade in an "X" feature, she pressed the blade again as a shock coursed through her body. She felt the loss of more blood. She new she would never loose enough. She screamed in pain, crying, feeling hardly better.-
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
-"I feel lost." Three painful words left from the child's mouth. "What would I do when I become lost to the world?" She asked. "I truly am lost." She thought nobody cared. She wanted to be saved. She would cry for help.-
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
-"Somebody save me." She whispered, tears flowing from her eyes and dripping to the blood. She placed the blade onto the other palm and pressed. Blood surging and bubbling through both hands, she looked up to the door to see somebody walk in. She cried when a manly voice said, "Hermione...Put it down." The male figure walked towards her as she stared into his eyes. "Help..." She said to the stranger.-
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
-The male figure lowered himself onto the bed and took the blade from Hermione's hand. She cried from the lost of contact and felt herself slowly leaning into him. She felt so weak. She felt lost still. "Do you remember me?" She whispered to the male. "Yes. I wouldn't be here if I didn't." He said softly, hugging her securely.-
Will you be on the other side?
or will you forget me?
-She felt the blood continue to drip down her arms. She felt herself pale and dry. She felt her whole life coming to an end. She didn't want to be forgotten. The male kissed her head slightly and said, "Don't worry...I wont ever let you get hurt again."
I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
-"Wont ever...let...get hurt..." The male suddenly promised. "You won't be a lost little angel anymore. I swear it on my life. You will never be lost again."-
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
-"I want to die." She whispered. "No...You don't. The pain is something you can't have anymore. I will fix that."-
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
-"My savior."-
My wounds cry for the grave
-"Never leave me."-
My soul cries for deliverance
-"I want to be taken..."-
Will I be denied Christ?
-"You will never be hurt again."-
Tourniquet
-"Not even by dying."-
My suicide
-"Thank you...Draco Malfoy."-
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
A/N: So...How was it? Cool...Uncool? TELL ME DAMMIT! –Cough-
~.~.~.~
I tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
-A young Hermione Granger sat on the edge of a bed, blade above her palm. She was sick of the pain and wanted to relieve it. The blade met the skin that was her palm and she pressed down. Blood dribbles emerged from the skin, Hermione looking from above in satisfaction. But somehow, she wasn't satisfied.-
I lay dying
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
-As the blood dribbled slowly down her wrist, she watched and smiled. She almost screamed. The pain she had never imagined. She wanted more. Slowly crossing the other mark with the blade in an "X" feature, she pressed the blade again as a shock coursed through her body. She felt the loss of more blood. She new she would never loose enough. She screamed in pain, crying, feeling hardly better.-
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
-"I feel lost." Three painful words left from the child's mouth. "What would I do when I become lost to the world?" She asked. "I truly am lost." She thought nobody cared. She wanted to be saved. She would cry for help.-
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
-"Somebody save me." She whispered, tears flowing from her eyes and dripping to the blood. She placed the blade onto the other palm and pressed. Blood surging and bubbling through both hands, she looked up to the door to see somebody walk in. She cried when a manly voice said, "Hermione...Put it down." The male figure walked towards her as she stared into his eyes. "Help..." She said to the stranger.-
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
-The male figure lowered himself onto the bed and took the blade from Hermione's hand. She cried from the lost of contact and felt herself slowly leaning into him. She felt so weak. She felt lost still. "Do you remember me?" She whispered to the male. "Yes. I wouldn't be here if I didn't." He said softly, hugging her securely.-
Will you be on the other side?
or will you forget me?
-She felt the blood continue to drip down her arms. She felt herself pale and dry. She felt her whole life coming to an end. She didn't want to be forgotten. The male kissed her head slightly and said, "Don't worry...I wont ever let you get hurt again."
I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
-"Wont ever...let...get hurt..." The male suddenly promised. "You won't be a lost little angel anymore. I swear it on my life. You will never be lost again."-
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
-"I want to die." She whispered. "No...You don't. The pain is something you can't have anymore. I will fix that."-
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to Me Salvation
-"My savior."-
My wounds cry for the grave
-"Never leave me."-
My soul cries for deliverance
-"I want to be taken..."-
Will I be denied Christ?
-"You will never be hurt again."-
Tourniquet
-"Not even by dying."-
My suicide
-"Thank you...Draco Malfoy."-
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
A/N: So...How was it? Cool...Uncool? TELL ME DAMMIT! –Cough-
