Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! Do you hear me? The characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the Song "Breathe No More" belongs to Evanescence.
This is my first Harry Potter Fic. So don't hate me. Please review. It encourages me. ^-^
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Draco looked into the mirror. His bare chest rose and fell sharply. Bruises covered his flawless body. His father hurt him every time he did something not up to Lucius' expectations. Scars from past "lessons" showed clearly through new scrapes and bruises. He was used to this. He wondered if his father would ever care about him.
~Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me, Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this, Will make sense when I get better.
I know the difference, Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love?~
Draco thought about what had made his father so angry with him. Potter had caught the snitch a millisecond before he was able to reach it. He couldn't help but feel he would never be good enough. He would always come short.
~I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.~
He couldn't stand this anymore. He brought his fist up slowly. He could feel the stinging sensation trickle through his knuckles as they came in contact with the mirror. It was a satisfying feeling.
~Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me, Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.~
He looked down to the small, sharp shards of the mirror. Once so perfectly placed together. his reflection could still be seen through the small pieces. He hated that reflection. He slowly picked up the largest, sharpest piece. He held it to the bruised skin of his wrist and pressed down. Tears threatened to escape his icy, stormy eyes. a drop hit his freely flowing blood.
~So I bleed
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe now.~
He smiled to himself as he became light-headed. *He'll never hurt me again.* were his last thoughts as he closed his eyes, hoping it would be over soon.
~Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe, ~
He waited until all the pain began to slowly slip away. His breaths slowed down.
~I breathe,
I breathe- ~
His chest stopped moving. He had finally escaped. He was free. No one could ever hurt him again.
~And I breathe no more.~
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Ok. Don't blame me if it sucks. Ok? I was bored. Please review. I would like to write more Harry Potter storied and i would like to know what people think about it. This was my 1st Harry Potter fiction, along with my 1st songfic. PLEASE REVIEW
This is my first Harry Potter Fic. So don't hate me. Please review. It encourages me. ^-^
~
Draco looked into the mirror. His bare chest rose and fell sharply. Bruises covered his flawless body. His father hurt him every time he did something not up to Lucius' expectations. Scars from past "lessons" showed clearly through new scrapes and bruises. He was used to this. He wondered if his father would ever care about him.
~Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me, Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this, Will make sense when I get better.
I know the difference, Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love?~
Draco thought about what had made his father so angry with him. Potter had caught the snitch a millisecond before he was able to reach it. He couldn't help but feel he would never be good enough. He would always come short.
~I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.~
He couldn't stand this anymore. He brought his fist up slowly. He could feel the stinging sensation trickle through his knuckles as they came in contact with the mirror. It was a satisfying feeling.
~Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me, Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.~
He looked down to the small, sharp shards of the mirror. Once so perfectly placed together. his reflection could still be seen through the small pieces. He hated that reflection. He slowly picked up the largest, sharpest piece. He held it to the bruised skin of his wrist and pressed down. Tears threatened to escape his icy, stormy eyes. a drop hit his freely flowing blood.
~So I bleed
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe now.~
He smiled to himself as he became light-headed. *He'll never hurt me again.* were his last thoughts as he closed his eyes, hoping it would be over soon.
~Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe, ~
He waited until all the pain began to slowly slip away. His breaths slowed down.
~I breathe,
I breathe- ~
His chest stopped moving. He had finally escaped. He was free. No one could ever hurt him again.
~And I breathe no more.~
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Ok. Don't blame me if it sucks. Ok? I was bored. Please review. I would like to write more Harry Potter storied and i would like to know what people think about it. This was my 1st Harry Potter fiction, along with my 1st songfic. PLEASE REVIEW