Chapter 3: You bleed to show you're alive
I'm feeling crossed
I take it inside
Burn up the pain
My thoughts are strange
Just like the things
I used to love
Just like the tree that fell
I heard it
If art is still inside
I feel it
I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Take all these strings
They call my veins
Wrap them around
Every fucking thing
Presence of people
Not for me
Well I must remain in tune
Forever
My love is music
I will marry melody
I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Won't you let me take you
For a ride
You can stop the world
Try to change my mind
Won't you let me show you
How it feels
You can stop the world
But you won't change me
I need music
I need music
I need music to set me free
To let me bleed ~Bleed By Cold
Draco awoke for the first time to the bright lights of day. He heard a small whimpering to his right, and looked to see the back of a girl, sitting at a window. He couldn't see what she was doing, nor did he know who she was. He slowly pulled himself up on to his elbows, only to find one of them was bound in a splint, broken. As soon as he put the slightest weight upon his injured arm, he let out a short cry of pain. The girl spun around. Draco saw a small blade in her hand, and a few cuts on her arm, some old, some still bleeding. The girl quickly pulled her sleeve down and stared at him.
"Malfoy!? When did you wake up?!" the girl stuttered frantically. Draco just stared at her for a moment, as she nervously held her bleeding, yet covered arm.
"Only a moment ago...who are you? And how do you know my name?" Draco asked carefully. He looked deeply into the girl's swollen red eyes, as though from crying. Something about the dark, chocolate brown eyes that stared back at his, filled with fear and vulnerability, much like a pair of eyes he knew...and had always despised...
"Hermione, Malfoy. It's Hermione Granger." She scoffed. Draco just stared, full of guilt, after all the years he had criticized her, teased her, tortured her, she still helped him. He opened his mouth to say something...but no words came. He was too stunned. The little bookworm with bushy hair he and always loved to tease was now a grown woman. Who was cutting herself...?
"Hermione...are you ok? What were you doing?" Draco asked, his voice filled with true concern. Hermione just stared at him. Fear started to fill her, along with sadness. He actually sounded like he cared and she what she wanted more then anything was someone to talk to....but for all the time that she had known Draco, he had been cruel to her. So she took her fear and sadness and turned it to anger.
"I'm fine! And I wasn't doing anything that concerns the likes of you!" She snapped. She threw the blade into a drawer in her desk before storming out of the room. Draco just watched after her. He only wished that he could read her thoughts and find out what was causing her such pain. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione closed the door and collapsed against it, bawling silently. Why was Draco being nice to her? Didn't he hate her? Why should he care anyway? She stared down at her now bloody shirt sleeve and slowly pulled back the soft material. What did anyone care? No one even knew, so how could they care? She couldn't tell Harry, he had enough problems to deal with in his life. Especially since, he hadn't gotten over the death of Sirius yet. She wouldn't dare burden him with her petty problems. She didn't want to tell Ron, because she knew that he would just come and pity her. She hated that about him... whether they were dating or not. He was too emotional. She needed someone who she could just talk to...someone who wouldn't pity her, but would understand. She scoffed. There was no one like that. A cough inside her room made her glance at the door, over her shoulder. Did Draco really care? Could she talk to him? Wiping her own tears away, she shook her head. He hated her. Why the hell would he care a rat's arse? She got up and composed herself before going down the stairs to prepare a small lunch for herself and Draco. She needed something to do...something to get her mind off that horrid emptiness...that terrible pain.
I'm feeling crossed
I take it inside
Burn up the pain
My thoughts are strange
Just like the things
I used to love
Just like the tree that fell
I heard it
If art is still inside
I feel it
I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Take all these strings
They call my veins
Wrap them around
Every fucking thing
Presence of people
Not for me
Well I must remain in tune
Forever
My love is music
I will marry melody
I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Won't you let me take you
For a ride
You can stop the world
Try to change my mind
Won't you let me show you
How it feels
You can stop the world
But you won't change me
I need music
I need music
I need music to set me free
To let me bleed ~Bleed By Cold
Draco awoke for the first time to the bright lights of day. He heard a small whimpering to his right, and looked to see the back of a girl, sitting at a window. He couldn't see what she was doing, nor did he know who she was. He slowly pulled himself up on to his elbows, only to find one of them was bound in a splint, broken. As soon as he put the slightest weight upon his injured arm, he let out a short cry of pain. The girl spun around. Draco saw a small blade in her hand, and a few cuts on her arm, some old, some still bleeding. The girl quickly pulled her sleeve down and stared at him.
"Malfoy!? When did you wake up?!" the girl stuttered frantically. Draco just stared at her for a moment, as she nervously held her bleeding, yet covered arm.
"Only a moment ago...who are you? And how do you know my name?" Draco asked carefully. He looked deeply into the girl's swollen red eyes, as though from crying. Something about the dark, chocolate brown eyes that stared back at his, filled with fear and vulnerability, much like a pair of eyes he knew...and had always despised...
"Hermione, Malfoy. It's Hermione Granger." She scoffed. Draco just stared, full of guilt, after all the years he had criticized her, teased her, tortured her, she still helped him. He opened his mouth to say something...but no words came. He was too stunned. The little bookworm with bushy hair he and always loved to tease was now a grown woman. Who was cutting herself...?
"Hermione...are you ok? What were you doing?" Draco asked, his voice filled with true concern. Hermione just stared at him. Fear started to fill her, along with sadness. He actually sounded like he cared and she what she wanted more then anything was someone to talk to....but for all the time that she had known Draco, he had been cruel to her. So she took her fear and sadness and turned it to anger.
"I'm fine! And I wasn't doing anything that concerns the likes of you!" She snapped. She threw the blade into a drawer in her desk before storming out of the room. Draco just watched after her. He only wished that he could read her thoughts and find out what was causing her such pain. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione closed the door and collapsed against it, bawling silently. Why was Draco being nice to her? Didn't he hate her? Why should he care anyway? She stared down at her now bloody shirt sleeve and slowly pulled back the soft material. What did anyone care? No one even knew, so how could they care? She couldn't tell Harry, he had enough problems to deal with in his life. Especially since, he hadn't gotten over the death of Sirius yet. She wouldn't dare burden him with her petty problems. She didn't want to tell Ron, because she knew that he would just come and pity her. She hated that about him... whether they were dating or not. He was too emotional. She needed someone who she could just talk to...someone who wouldn't pity her, but would understand. She scoffed. There was no one like that. A cough inside her room made her glance at the door, over her shoulder. Did Draco really care? Could she talk to him? Wiping her own tears away, she shook her head. He hated her. Why the hell would he care a rat's arse? She got up and composed herself before going down the stairs to prepare a small lunch for herself and Draco. She needed something to do...something to get her mind off that horrid emptiness...that terrible pain.