Emerald Demons
His hand turned into a fist around the tiny razor that has cut his skin. He threw it at the wall in disgust at himself for doing what he did.
He watched as the tiny blade hit the wall, and then he watched it as it fell to the floor. He stared in amazement, realizing it was his blood, that covered the shiny metal. His sickly sweet blood.
Looking around, he realized that his blood was splattered everywhere. His hand ran over the deep gash in his right arm, and felt the liquid that sustained his body leak out of him, and drip down to the stone floor.
Growling with rage and hate at himself, he stood up and looked into the bathroom mirror. He looked dead already, pale like a ghost. His raven black hair stood out more then ever, it hadn't been combed for days.
His eyes. The eyes that had once sparkled, were dead. They were empty. There was nothing but a hole left in him. He was nothing but a cold, dark, empty hole.
He looked at the many pill bottles that circled his sink, emptied just minuted before. Muggle pills. Depression pills.
He didn't want them. He didn't need them.
His emerald eyes flashed with pain, he screamed as the clouds clashed together. The empty bottles were being thrown at the glass window.
The emerald eyes filled with hate and self pity. He listened carefully as the rain hammered against the window.
It will be over soon.
Trying to calm himself down, he fell to the ground in a heap.
Harry Potter laid there, and let his pain take the best of him. He could hear the angels singing softly, as he let them take him home.
Its kinda short. I think i might update with a longer version someday soon. Review?