Hello everyone! I just wish to introduce myself and this fiction. This is my first fanfiction, and is about House M.D and of course it focuses on House, as he is a really complex character. It's a short story with a few chapters. I hope that you will join me on this journey and let me know about your thoughts. Have a nice reading..

Disclaimer: I -unfortunately- do not own the characters.

Sei la vita e la morte

The sky was dull and grey after morning showers and the hospital today was particularly quiet. My name is Gregory House, Dr. House for you. I'm the biggest bastard the world has known. I'm Dr. House..or at least that's what I think.

The sky is red,it seems like it's bleeding. The sun hide behind the dark clouds, frightened, after that moment.. Thunder and lightning, the sound of heavy rain echoes in the silence. Earth is shivering because of an ancient fear – or is it my head?- the one of losing someone.

I have my eyes tightly shut. The blinds on my office are also closed, as well as the door or my heart. Yes, my heart is also closed.

- No, you liar!

My leg screamed from a sharp pain.

- No, it's not! For the first time in your miserable life is open. That's why is hurts so much, that's why your leg hurts so much. Why do you think you are suffering right now? Why am I hurting like hell?

That voice.. so full of anger and hurt, it sounds so much like him..

- Leave me alone. You are only a voice in my head, leave me alone.

- I'm not just a voice in your head and you know it. I am real. The pain is real. Your pain, feel it.

- Ah! my mind yelled.

A kick on my leg.

- Feel this!

A shot right through my chest.

- And this!

Oh.. I caught my breath. Time froze. Nothing moves, nothing sounds.

A stab on my heart..

My light blue shirt slowly becomes red. I rest my hand on my chest, I feel the warm blood. Very slowly I open my eyes. Yeah, I'm bleeding.

- I believed in you..

The voice cracked with emotion. It is slow and quiet now. It keeps coming nearer and nearer until I hear it coming next to my ear.

- I believed that you would change, that you would be happy again. I really believed that you would have tried. I tried everything.

The voice is now trembling.

- In the end I failed, didn't I? But neither did you helped me. But while you were in Mayfield something changed, you changed. And I was happy. You were trying to find your way, you were trying to change. You were trying..

Then a long pause. With much effort I can keep my eyes barely open. I manage to finally whisper.

- Now it's all over.

- Why?

- Because he... you... are...

I feel a hand running down my face and wipes out the blood the thin line of blood on the corner of my mouth. It's cold, you may as well as say.. lifeless.

- Open your eyes. And look at me..

I comply.

No... no.. it cannot be...

There, in front of me, stands Wilson. Tears running down his face, his hands are covered in blood. He kneels beside me. The color is drained from his face, the distant look on his eyes. They are looking at me without emotion, they mirror mine.

You are dead..

Yes.

Bam! A loud thunder ripped the sky and my already broken soul. For a moment it illuminated his face.

Don't tear me down..

And then silence.