Bring Me to Life
A/N: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any related characters; if I did I wouldn't be here failing school and writing depressing fanfiction stories such as this one, so don't sue. This is my first fic, people, so PLEEEEASE review, but please don't hate! -India Ink :) Enjoy!!!
How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core Where I've become so numb...
Harry's eyes were blood red, their lids with dark, deep circles around them. Five weeks without sleep, and barely any food had left the Boy-Who- Lived a mere shell. All he could think about was Sirius, and how his death could have been prevented had Harry not been such an idiot. Sirius was the only one he could really call family, and now he was gone...
...without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home.
Hedwig rustled around in her cage, and Harry remembered that he hadn't fed her for days now. Walking to the owl's cage, he looked out the window, his tired eyes longing for escape. No, Harry did not want to escape from his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's house. He didn't even care about their cruelty anymore. He didn't care about anything. All Harry knew was that he hated the world. He hated Dumbledore for keeping everything from him, he hated his parents for dying, he hated his friends for showing him what love felt like, but most of all, he hated himself. The Boy Who bloody Lived. And now Harry was only living to die, for that was his fate.
(Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark...
"Neither can live while the other survives." Then what was the point of living, of surviving? That thought plagued Harry's mind. He no longer felt anything other than pain, and it was a pain he could not take away. No one could take the pain away. He was nothing. He was nobody. His body was hanging on to the edge of a cliff called life, but his soul was already dead.
(Wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) Before I come undone (Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become.
Walking back to his bed, which was where he had remained for over a month, Harry stepped over a pile of letters from Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and even Ginny. He ignored them all. He knew what the letters would contain. There would be so many I'm sorrys, and Things will get betters and You have to move ons. Harry didn't read the letters, because then he would know his friends' love. Love is just a cruel trick of nature, Harry thought. He was only receiving love to have it later taken away, and killed, just like his parents and Sirius. It was only a matter of time before everything else he loved and cherished was destroyed.
Now that I know what I'm without You can't just leave me Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life.
And by disconnecting himself from his friends, Harry would be helping them, for it was his fate to die. There was no possible way he could defeat a wizard as powerful as Voldemort, and Harry wouldn't even try. I wasn't worth it. Let the world suffer as he had suffered.
(Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark... (Wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) Before I come undone (Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become.
He was nothing. He was fading away, and it hurt. He no longer felt anything. This pain was unbearable, and he had to end it. NOTHING could be worse than this emptiness. Too many days had Harry closed his eyes, hoping never to wake up. If he wanted to be rid of this life, he'd have to do it himself, and not let some oracle tell him his fate. He had no control over anything anymore.
Bring me to life (I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside) Bring me to life.
There was no one to understand him, no one to share his pain. And with Sirius gone, there never would be anyone. As much as his friends cared for him, they would NEVER understand what it was like to have the path of your life decided for you, to be left to emptiness, to hate your very existence. They had no idea.
Frozen inside without your touch, Without your love darling, Only you are the life among the dead.
There was no more hope for Harry. No more purpose in life. The prospect of another day hurt him like the brutal stabbing of a thousand knives, it hurt so much he was numb to any other pain, any physical pain. He was alone in this numbness, and would forever be.
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see Kept in the dark but you where there in front of me.
Over four years ago, Ginny Weasley had felt that same emptiness. And she still did, because the mere thought of Tom Riddle made her feel unclean, and made her hate herself. But now she knew she couldn't go back and change herself; fix her impurities. She was focused on someone else now, someone who needed to be brought into the light.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems Got to open my eyes to everything.
Harry crept downstairs, making sure not to wake anyone in the darkness of the lonely night. After retrieving a knife from the kitchen, he tiptoed back up to his bedroom, taking one last glance at the house he had never called home.
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul Don' let me die here There must be something more. Bring me to life.
Ginny felt a sharp pain inside of her, and somehow knew Harry was in trouble. Grabbing her cloak, she rushed to down to the broom cupboard.
(Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark...
Harry smiled darkly, the fresh flow of warm blood from his arm feeling so delicious to his empty soul. This is reality, this blood. I will drain myself of my impurities, of my identity, and there will be no more pain, thought Harry.
(Wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) Before I come undone (Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become.
Ginny broke Harry's window with a spell, not caring what his relatives would think. Only Harry's life mattered. Entering the uncharacteristically messy room of the boy who live, Ginny gasped, seeing Harry in a pool of his own blood, with cuts all over him. "Harry!!!" she was so afraid she had come too late.
(Bring me to life) I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside.
"Ginny...," Harry said weakly, his voice fading with his life, "This is for the best. Just live O.K, live."
"Harry--." But he was no more.
Bring me to Life. –by Evanescence
A/N: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any related characters; if I did I wouldn't be here failing school and writing depressing fanfiction stories such as this one, so don't sue. This is my first fic, people, so PLEEEEASE review, but please don't hate! -India Ink :) Enjoy!!!
How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core Where I've become so numb...
Harry's eyes were blood red, their lids with dark, deep circles around them. Five weeks without sleep, and barely any food had left the Boy-Who- Lived a mere shell. All he could think about was Sirius, and how his death could have been prevented had Harry not been such an idiot. Sirius was the only one he could really call family, and now he was gone...
...without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home.
Hedwig rustled around in her cage, and Harry remembered that he hadn't fed her for days now. Walking to the owl's cage, he looked out the window, his tired eyes longing for escape. No, Harry did not want to escape from his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's house. He didn't even care about their cruelty anymore. He didn't care about anything. All Harry knew was that he hated the world. He hated Dumbledore for keeping everything from him, he hated his parents for dying, he hated his friends for showing him what love felt like, but most of all, he hated himself. The Boy Who bloody Lived. And now Harry was only living to die, for that was his fate.
(Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark...
"Neither can live while the other survives." Then what was the point of living, of surviving? That thought plagued Harry's mind. He no longer felt anything other than pain, and it was a pain he could not take away. No one could take the pain away. He was nothing. He was nobody. His body was hanging on to the edge of a cliff called life, but his soul was already dead.
(Wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) Before I come undone (Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become.
Walking back to his bed, which was where he had remained for over a month, Harry stepped over a pile of letters from Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and even Ginny. He ignored them all. He knew what the letters would contain. There would be so many I'm sorrys, and Things will get betters and You have to move ons. Harry didn't read the letters, because then he would know his friends' love. Love is just a cruel trick of nature, Harry thought. He was only receiving love to have it later taken away, and killed, just like his parents and Sirius. It was only a matter of time before everything else he loved and cherished was destroyed.
Now that I know what I'm without You can't just leave me Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life.
And by disconnecting himself from his friends, Harry would be helping them, for it was his fate to die. There was no possible way he could defeat a wizard as powerful as Voldemort, and Harry wouldn't even try. I wasn't worth it. Let the world suffer as he had suffered.
(Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark... (Wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) Before I come undone (Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become.
He was nothing. He was fading away, and it hurt. He no longer felt anything. This pain was unbearable, and he had to end it. NOTHING could be worse than this emptiness. Too many days had Harry closed his eyes, hoping never to wake up. If he wanted to be rid of this life, he'd have to do it himself, and not let some oracle tell him his fate. He had no control over anything anymore.
Bring me to life (I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside) Bring me to life.
There was no one to understand him, no one to share his pain. And with Sirius gone, there never would be anyone. As much as his friends cared for him, they would NEVER understand what it was like to have the path of your life decided for you, to be left to emptiness, to hate your very existence. They had no idea.
Frozen inside without your touch, Without your love darling, Only you are the life among the dead.
There was no more hope for Harry. No more purpose in life. The prospect of another day hurt him like the brutal stabbing of a thousand knives, it hurt so much he was numb to any other pain, any physical pain. He was alone in this numbness, and would forever be.
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see Kept in the dark but you where there in front of me.
Over four years ago, Ginny Weasley had felt that same emptiness. And she still did, because the mere thought of Tom Riddle made her feel unclean, and made her hate herself. But now she knew she couldn't go back and change herself; fix her impurities. She was focused on someone else now, someone who needed to be brought into the light.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems Got to open my eyes to everything.
Harry crept downstairs, making sure not to wake anyone in the darkness of the lonely night. After retrieving a knife from the kitchen, he tiptoed back up to his bedroom, taking one last glance at the house he had never called home.
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul Don' let me die here There must be something more. Bring me to life.
Ginny felt a sharp pain inside of her, and somehow knew Harry was in trouble. Grabbing her cloak, she rushed to down to the broom cupboard.
(Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark...
Harry smiled darkly, the fresh flow of warm blood from his arm feeling so delicious to his empty soul. This is reality, this blood. I will drain myself of my impurities, of my identity, and there will be no more pain, thought Harry.
(Wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) Before I come undone (Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become.
Ginny broke Harry's window with a spell, not caring what his relatives would think. Only Harry's life mattered. Entering the uncharacteristically messy room of the boy who live, Ginny gasped, seeing Harry in a pool of his own blood, with cuts all over him. "Harry!!!" she was so afraid she had come too late.
(Bring me to life) I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside.
"Ginny...," Harry said weakly, his voice fading with his life, "This is for the best. Just live O.K, live."
"Harry--." But he was no more.
Bring me to Life. –by Evanescence