::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.... **
*** _____ ***=Song lyrics- look at the song credits at the end of each chapter....
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 7**...
"Draco...what's going on...?" He grinned slyly at her. "Oh, babe, can't you see?" He said, stepping away from her, dropping his arms to his sides, still clutching the knife. "It's this crazy thing called...love." He walked back over to her, pulling into his arms, kissing her roughly. She pushed him away, but he led onto her still. "Draco, stop, you're hurting me..." He squeezed her only tighter. "I can't ever lose you." He whispered in her ear, his warm breath on her neck. "You won't...I promise..." Pansy said softly, growing more and more nervous. "Draco don't do this again." She said, struggling in his tight hold. "Don't do this."
He looked into her eyes, and Pansy could feel the sanity pouring from him. He wasn't being himeself, it was like someone had taken over his mind, sending him into some type of homicidal trance. "How can I know you won't leave me?" He said. "How can I be sure you won't go and die like everyone else I've loved?" He put the knife up to her throat again. "The only way you'll ever die is by me." He said, his voice strong and sure. "Whether it be by this knife- or the suffering I've put you through- you're going to die- and you're going to break your promise." He reached into her robes and pulled her wand away from her, throwing it across the floor. It hit the ground, clattering against the stone floor. Pansy swallowed, feeling the cold blade on her skin.
Draco pushed her onto the floor, flipping the blade of the pocket knife back into place and putting it safely into his robes. "There's nothing left to let go of, Pans," he said, looking down at her. "Nothing left...but you." He walked out the room, leaving a fear-stricken Pansy laying confused on the stone floor.
**
The way her eyes were filled with fear- How could I have made the one person I have left feel such fear? I was locked inside my mind- the real me kicking and screaming from the inside, this invader taking over me. How could I hurt Pansy even more after I've already hurt her so much?
**
((The shadows dance along my walls, laughing at me.
Their red eyes bore into me,
pull me down.
They whisper, they cry,
they hurt.
They are closing in on me-
their fire burning into me.
I'm burning in their eyes-
bleeding from my unhealed wounds.
Who is going to save me?
Am I to die alone?))
**
Alone and hurt, Draco stared into the fireplace, turning over a small black book in his hands. His words of pain and hurt filled it's pages, and he looked down at it. He swallowed, feeling the pit of his stomach twist. He tossed the book into the fire, the flames dancing in the reflection of his pained eyes.
~*~
Short, but it tells alot...
i'll update more soon...
reviews!!!
sara
________ =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.... **
*** _____ ***=Song lyrics- look at the song credits at the end of each chapter....
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....
******************************************************************************************************
...**Chapter 7**...
"Draco...what's going on...?" He grinned slyly at her. "Oh, babe, can't you see?" He said, stepping away from her, dropping his arms to his sides, still clutching the knife. "It's this crazy thing called...love." He walked back over to her, pulling into his arms, kissing her roughly. She pushed him away, but he led onto her still. "Draco, stop, you're hurting me..." He squeezed her only tighter. "I can't ever lose you." He whispered in her ear, his warm breath on her neck. "You won't...I promise..." Pansy said softly, growing more and more nervous. "Draco don't do this again." She said, struggling in his tight hold. "Don't do this."
He looked into her eyes, and Pansy could feel the sanity pouring from him. He wasn't being himeself, it was like someone had taken over his mind, sending him into some type of homicidal trance. "How can I know you won't leave me?" He said. "How can I be sure you won't go and die like everyone else I've loved?" He put the knife up to her throat again. "The only way you'll ever die is by me." He said, his voice strong and sure. "Whether it be by this knife- or the suffering I've put you through- you're going to die- and you're going to break your promise." He reached into her robes and pulled her wand away from her, throwing it across the floor. It hit the ground, clattering against the stone floor. Pansy swallowed, feeling the cold blade on her skin.
Draco pushed her onto the floor, flipping the blade of the pocket knife back into place and putting it safely into his robes. "There's nothing left to let go of, Pans," he said, looking down at her. "Nothing left...but you." He walked out the room, leaving a fear-stricken Pansy laying confused on the stone floor.
**
The way her eyes were filled with fear- How could I have made the one person I have left feel such fear? I was locked inside my mind- the real me kicking and screaming from the inside, this invader taking over me. How could I hurt Pansy even more after I've already hurt her so much?
**
((The shadows dance along my walls, laughing at me.
Their red eyes bore into me,
pull me down.
They whisper, they cry,
they hurt.
They are closing in on me-
their fire burning into me.
I'm burning in their eyes-
bleeding from my unhealed wounds.
Who is going to save me?
Am I to die alone?))
**
Alone and hurt, Draco stared into the fireplace, turning over a small black book in his hands. His words of pain and hurt filled it's pages, and he looked down at it. He swallowed, feeling the pit of his stomach twist. He tossed the book into the fire, the flames dancing in the reflection of his pained eyes.
~*~
Short, but it tells alot...
i'll update more soon...
reviews!!!
sara