A/N:hi, it's me again. didn't get any reviews on my other story yet, so i decided to write this instead. it's completely unrelated to anything i've written or read, but i like it. it may be slightly disturbing. but anyway, here goes...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. yet. evil grin.

i'm slipping off the edge

fuck it isn't hurting yet

think i'd better hang further down

the knife against my skin

my sanity is wearing thin

what did i do to deserve this?

he watched, sickened, as she made cut after cut, gash after gash in her arm.

i have to hurt my memories

they're poison in my soul

i have to kill my thoughts because

my life is throbbing out

he watched as images flashed on the mirror, as screams echoed through the bathroom, he felt hurt, he didn't know what was going on.

until he saw what she was cutting, over and over into her arm.

MURDERER.

but she still wasn't crying.

her blood was spilling out onto the floor. a river of blood, but still she didn't even look in pain.

all the people i've hurt

they'd love to do this for me

think i'd better do it myself

suddenly, she got up off the floor, knife in hand, and made another cut, this one on her body. a gash, running from her clavicle to her navel. blood leaked out, and she put her finger in her bellybutton, then wrote in blood on the mirror.

I DIDN'T MEAN TO. SORRY.

he briefly wondered what she was doing, before her next actions brought on a fresh wave of nausea.

she made two horizontal cuts, one at each end of the larger gash on her body, dug her fingers underneath, and pulled. the skin lifted away easily, and she fell to the ground as blood poured out, holding the knife over her heart.

if i could i would change it

if i could rearrange it

and i would contemplate it

if i could have you listening

and that was when he couldn't stand it anymore. he stepped out of the shadows to kneel over her. as her eyes came into focus, she smiled weakly, looking up at him, and stopped thrashing.

"stop, i can't let you. i need you, i love you, please." he said to her, willing her to stop before he had to make her.

"draco malfoy, if you even try to save me, i'll take you down with me" she gasped, choking on the blood bubbling through her veins.

"fine." he said, and went back to his corner, to wait until she went unconscious.

i hate when you catch me

you get me red handed

i try to outwit you

but you love me too much

when she finally fell still, he went over to her and took a good look at the damage she had done. it was bad. worse than the last time. it always was. her head was resting in a pool of blood, her bright red hair fanning out in it and blending in. he ran his index finger over a scar on her left cheek before picking her up in his arms, making them both invisible, and beginning the hike to the hospital wing. madam pomfrey would understand, she was used to it. and so he went. again.

and now you've saved me from myself

again

A/N: any good? please review. i haven't got any reviews for my other story yet and am hoping to get some for this. sly grin. so, that button is lonely, would you be it's friend?