Disclaimer: Not mine. And I don't think J.K. would want to claim this either…. Huh.
Title: At The End.
Summary: Harry is finished. Done. He can't go on any longer. 100 word drabble.
Warnings: Suicide, graphic scene. Mentions insanity
Blood. Dripping and running and flowing.
Catching. Catching on cloth and skin and the little hairs of my arm.
Seeping into my nail beds, staining my fingers.
Curiosity flows with it, caught in the excitement. I see things in the violent ruby streams.
Past. Present. Future.
Me. Them.
Right- wrong. My decisions.
All mine. Mine. I have done this. I chose this.
I couldn't stand it- them- anymore.
Voldemort. Dumbledore. Ron. The Malfoy's.
The Prophecy- the expectations. The hopes- fears. Judgment.
Hate. Horror.
It drove me insane.
So I stopped trying.
At the end they killed me.
My wrists bleed.
So, yeah. Another depressing fanfiction from yours truly, Netrixie. No- I am not about to kill myself, never fear. Though the Army does make that urge quite strong sometimes...
Anyway. Please review, even if you were creeped out, and check on my Profile for the poll I put up. Please, o please vote. I need answers!!! LOL.
And for those of you who are waiting, TTTBind's next chap will be up... within the week. Before May. I swear.
Ta! Love you all- Netrixie