::A/N::
________ =Flashbacks/thoughts
disclaimer: I don't own the HP series, yada yada...
Fic Info:
Title: Whispers of Suicide
Rating: R for violence, gore, suicide, drug use, heavy language, some sexual situations
Summary:
Draco is struggling with his life- his suicide attempts getting worse and worse...
Pansy is fighting with her all to keep him alive, but he is slowly dragging her down with him...
Other Info:
Told in different POVs, each time ** is put between text, the POV changes. Contains things like letters, diary entries, song lyrics, and the occasional "Daily Prophet" article. Told in a very interesting and capturing way....
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***I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more.
I lay dying.
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal.
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming...
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?***
"Draco- NO!" Draco slid the blade across his wrist, blood blossoming from it's trail. "Draco!" Pansy screamed, feeling faint. "Just leave me the fuck alone!" Draco yelled, watching her face go pale. "I want to fucking die!" Pansy's knees shook as she ran to his side, reaching for the blade. He pulled it away from her reach, holdoing it to his throat. "Back the hell off, Pansy." He yelled, pushing her away with his free hand. Her knees buckled from his strength and she fell to the floor, watching him in horror. "Don't do this, please!" "What's it worth?!" He yelled, ignoring the fear in her gaze. His face was going pale as the blood poured from his wrist, a puddle forming on the floor. He suddenly collapsed, unconscious.....
**
Draco examined the scars on his wrists as he sat in double potions, ignoring the droning voice of Professor Snape. He traced one with his finger, memories tearing at his insides. His mind flashed back the thoughts- the yelling, the hurt, the bleeding.... He looked over and saw Pansy staring at him. She looked slowly away, pain in her eyes. He'd hurt her so much, pulling into his mess, forcing her to feel the pain he felt. He remembered the night he'd held the knife to HER throat, yelling at her to stay out of his life. The fear, the pain and the hurt inside her poured from her as she fell to the floor, holding her knees to her chest and sobbing. Draco had stood, not even believing himself for what he'd done.
He looked back at his wrists. His eyes flashed, his vision fluttered. The scars grew a deep red, and began to drip with blood. His mind was faltering- hallucinating, reliving the night. He watched the blood drip down his arm, onto the floor. Hestood up, his chair pushing out behind him, screeching across the stone floor. Clutching his wrist, he ran from the room, the eyes of each student in the room following him. Snape stood silent in the front of the room. Pansy rose from her chair and ran after him, the dungeon door swinging shut behind her.
**
Pansy found Draco in the empty hallway, sitting on the floor, clutching his wrists, rocking gently back and forth. His black clothes, his pale face, his slivery blonde hair...the pain. She stopped about ten feet from him, watching the pain bleed from his eyes. "Draco." He didn't even look up at her, just kept on rocking, his knuckles growing whiter as he clutched his wrists harder and harder. "Draco stop this." Pansy stepped up beside him, kneeling down. She gently pulled his hands from his wrists, holding them. "Look at me." Draco looked up, his blue eyes knifing at her heart as she felt the pain in his gaze. "Don't let it hurt you," she whispered softly. "It's not gonna hurt you, I won't let it." He put his arms around her, and she fell into his embrace. "It's alright, I promise it will be, Dray. I promise."
**
Draco tossed a rock across the lake, watching it skip across the water, the magnificent sunlight bouncing off the sparkling surface. Pansy sat on the ground behind him, her nose stuffed in a book. He loved knowing she was there; knowing she would always be there. His life wasn't perfect- niether was hers. But she had been trying so hard to make it better for him, and he hated having no way to repay her but by pushing his own pain onto her. He looked back at her, the setting sunlight reflecting on her long black hair. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read, her expression looking serious and intrigued. He loved the way her eyes lit up when he handed her a new book, the way she would kiss him gently on the cheek, whispering a small 'thank you' into his ear. He loved everything about her- so how was he still living with knowing how much he was hurting her?
~*~
Bare with me, it gets way more interesting. I'll probably add chapter 2 by tonight if I get the chance. Tell me what you think so far....
Song Credits:
Evanescence- Tourniquet
okay, luv you all....
sara
________ =Flashbacks/thoughts
disclaimer: I don't own the HP series, yada yada...
Fic Info:
Title: Whispers of Suicide
Rating: R for violence, gore, suicide, drug use, heavy language, some sexual situations
Summary:
Draco is struggling with his life- his suicide attempts getting worse and worse...
Pansy is fighting with her all to keep him alive, but he is slowly dragging her down with him...
Other Info:
Told in different POVs, each time ** is put between text, the POV changes. Contains things like letters, diary entries, song lyrics, and the occasional "Daily Prophet" article. Told in a very interesting and capturing way....
******************************************************************************************************
***I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more.
I lay dying.
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal.
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming...
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?***
"Draco- NO!" Draco slid the blade across his wrist, blood blossoming from it's trail. "Draco!" Pansy screamed, feeling faint. "Just leave me the fuck alone!" Draco yelled, watching her face go pale. "I want to fucking die!" Pansy's knees shook as she ran to his side, reaching for the blade. He pulled it away from her reach, holdoing it to his throat. "Back the hell off, Pansy." He yelled, pushing her away with his free hand. Her knees buckled from his strength and she fell to the floor, watching him in horror. "Don't do this, please!" "What's it worth?!" He yelled, ignoring the fear in her gaze. His face was going pale as the blood poured from his wrist, a puddle forming on the floor. He suddenly collapsed, unconscious.....
**
Draco examined the scars on his wrists as he sat in double potions, ignoring the droning voice of Professor Snape. He traced one with his finger, memories tearing at his insides. His mind flashed back the thoughts- the yelling, the hurt, the bleeding.... He looked over and saw Pansy staring at him. She looked slowly away, pain in her eyes. He'd hurt her so much, pulling into his mess, forcing her to feel the pain he felt. He remembered the night he'd held the knife to HER throat, yelling at her to stay out of his life. The fear, the pain and the hurt inside her poured from her as she fell to the floor, holding her knees to her chest and sobbing. Draco had stood, not even believing himself for what he'd done.
He looked back at his wrists. His eyes flashed, his vision fluttered. The scars grew a deep red, and began to drip with blood. His mind was faltering- hallucinating, reliving the night. He watched the blood drip down his arm, onto the floor. Hestood up, his chair pushing out behind him, screeching across the stone floor. Clutching his wrist, he ran from the room, the eyes of each student in the room following him. Snape stood silent in the front of the room. Pansy rose from her chair and ran after him, the dungeon door swinging shut behind her.
**
Pansy found Draco in the empty hallway, sitting on the floor, clutching his wrists, rocking gently back and forth. His black clothes, his pale face, his slivery blonde hair...the pain. She stopped about ten feet from him, watching the pain bleed from his eyes. "Draco." He didn't even look up at her, just kept on rocking, his knuckles growing whiter as he clutched his wrists harder and harder. "Draco stop this." Pansy stepped up beside him, kneeling down. She gently pulled his hands from his wrists, holding them. "Look at me." Draco looked up, his blue eyes knifing at her heart as she felt the pain in his gaze. "Don't let it hurt you," she whispered softly. "It's not gonna hurt you, I won't let it." He put his arms around her, and she fell into his embrace. "It's alright, I promise it will be, Dray. I promise."
**
Draco tossed a rock across the lake, watching it skip across the water, the magnificent sunlight bouncing off the sparkling surface. Pansy sat on the ground behind him, her nose stuffed in a book. He loved knowing she was there; knowing she would always be there. His life wasn't perfect- niether was hers. But she had been trying so hard to make it better for him, and he hated having no way to repay her but by pushing his own pain onto her. He looked back at her, the setting sunlight reflecting on her long black hair. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read, her expression looking serious and intrigued. He loved the way her eyes lit up when he handed her a new book, the way she would kiss him gently on the cheek, whispering a small 'thank you' into his ear. He loved everything about her- so how was he still living with knowing how much he was hurting her?
~*~
Bare with me, it gets way more interesting. I'll probably add chapter 2 by tonight if I get the chance. Tell me what you think so far....
Song Credits:
Evanescence- Tourniquet
okay, luv you all....
sara