::A/N::

________ =Flashbacks/thoughts



(( ____ ))=Diary/Journal entries or just things one of them wrote **FYI: I wrote all of the poems, ect so please ask before you take and give me credit cuz copyin and pastin dont take skill.... **

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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...**Chapter 2**...

((Echoed silence, I can hear it.

Hush now, don't fret,

Come now- you're my tourniquet.

Hush now, don't fear,

Don't scream precious I'm here.

Let time, let it go,

Let life, I'm letting it go.

Can you feel the whispers?

Do you have the answers I do not know?

Don't scream precious-

I'm here.))

**

"Don't you see it?" "See what?" "That star." "What's so good about a star?" "They tell stories, Dray. Just open your heart and listen." Draco snorted at her. "You're too much, Pans." Pansy nudged him with her arm. "You are so narrow-minded." "No, I'm just logical." Draco said, laying back on the grass and putting his hands behind his head. Pansy looked down at him and he laughed, pulling her down. She rested her head on his chest, relaxing in his hold. He stroked his hand up and down her back, looking up at the stars. "I hear them now."

**

((I can't stand it- watching him suffer. His mind is caving in on him- and soon it's going to collapse. I can't bear seeing him in such pain. All I want is for things to go back the way they were before all of this. I keep having flashbacks of that day, I keep seeing his face- the way I could see his heart in his eyes, and I could feel it breaking. I remember seeing his mother- laying there in that casket...seeing him cry for the first time. You would think his father would be a little more understanding, considering the fact his only son is falling into near insanity- but he doesn't even write him- just sends him money every week, with a short note, the usual "Spend it well. -Father" I always have to take the money from him, monitor what he buys with it, in fear he'll try and hurt himself again. I feel like I am being the closest thing to a mother he'll ever have. I only hope I can stay strong long enough to help him to help himself....))

**

***This world, this world is cold.

But ya don't, you don't have to go.

You feel inside, you feeling lonely,



and no one seems to care.

You're mother's gone and your father hates you,

this pain you cannot bare.

But we all bleed the same way as you do.

And we all have the same things to go through...***

((I keep on telling myself,

what am I waiting for?

I cowardly count down the minutes...

Till my pain will be yours.

Let me bleed,

I wanna make you see.

What you've done for me.

Let me fall,

just leave it all...

behind.

I'm begging you,

I'm telling you-

there's nothing more that you can do.

But I can't let go of you....))

**

((New wounds I've found,

bearing the burden of your pain.

You've drawn yourself a portrait of it all,

across your skin is where you go insane.

Won't let me in,

this time I'm gonna break through.

I don't care how many secrets

that I find in you.

I'm gonna save you.))

**

((Don't scream, precious, I'm here....))

~*~

Its just so insane I can't even begin to explain it. I you review telling me that its confusing- good. I want it to be. It makes you look deeper into it to figure it out.

::Song Credits;;

Good Charlotte- Hold On

I'll write more later....

sara