A/N:Song fic, to "Welcome to My Life" by simple plan
The story flows best if you listen to the song, while you read the story
Warning: character angst, previous deaths reffered to
Welcome to my life, what's left of it
It's over now.
The battle's done.
Voldemort's dead.
I'm dying.
He stabbed me though the back with Slytherin's sword.
We were fighting to the death.
No magic,
Just swords,
Just us.
No one else; just us. That's my downfall, but it was necessary. If his people had been here, they would have interfered, and I would have died. Sooner.
But now I need someone here. I need someone to come save me. I'm lying here, feeling my blood leak out around me. I may not be able to see the blood, but I can smell it, and I can taste it.
These salty tears and that iron blood, what a horrible taste to die to.
I don't want to die.
I'm still young.
You all put me up to this. The Wizarding World's "Chosen One". All the glory and fame any one ever wanted. More death than anyone should ever see.
I don't want fame; I don't want glory; I don't want death; and I don't want this pain.
Just make the pain go away. I can't stand the pain.
What right did you have to make me do this? You don't know what it's like to see your friends fall around you; you don't know what it's to never have known your family, to have to make your family, but anytime someone joins, another one dies.
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong, and no one understands you?
Do ever wanna run away,
just leave everything behind and just run, run forever
Do you lock yourself in your room, with the radio on turned up so loud, that no one hears you screaming?
And I screamed a lot. There was too much pain; there was nothing I could do
No you don't know what it's like, when nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
To kicked when you're down, to feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down, but no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
I've been hurt so much. I don't know how much more kicking my bones can take before they shatter. If only there was someone here to help me, to even know that I needed help.
But no one's coming, no one cares. The villain is dead; nobody cares about the hero anymore.