A/N hey guys sorry I took so long posting but I spent a week at my dads no
computer it was horrible *sniffle* any ways with out further a due :
Breaking
Harry was facing the opposite wall his back to draco
"Leave" He said in a hoarse whisper
A tear ran down his cheek.
Draco stood there stunned "what why?" He took a step closer.
Harry turned sharply "jus leave" he roared, the mirror shatterd, things started falling off of shelves.
Draco took a hasty step back "Harry whats wrong?
He started laughing a cruel cynical laugh, "What do you care?" he spat as more of his magic got out of control "you think I need this? well do you!" he started breathing heavy.
" My godfather just died, the only living family that didn't cringe when I entered the god forsaken room" he said through clenched teeth, then pointed a shaky finger at the taller wizard. "I don't need your games Draco! Come to me when you can accept your feelings. now leave! "
Draco was stunned he couldnt help it. He knew Harry was right but how could he accept It.*how*. He turned and ran out of the room slightly slamming the door.
Harry crumpled to the ground as the tears flooded his eyes. He knew Draco had feelings for him, but he also knew the other boy still didnt accept it. His music was still softly playing in the background.
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
I lay dying
And im pouring crimson regret and betrayal
Harry slowly took out his contacts and his shirt along with his boots, keeping his pants on.
Im dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I to lost to be saved
Am I to lost?
He held his head in his hands while sitting on the bed letting the tears flow freely.It had been a long time since he had cried.
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
He reaches in to his drawers and pulled out a mirror looking at himself he hated the way he looked: exactly like James Potter his father.
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side?
Or will you forget me?
Harry had always tried to change his appearance he hated being a carbon copy of his father. He didnt know why but he had a deep hatred for James Potter.
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ?
Tourniquet
My suicide
Harry reached for a piece of glass as he brought it down to his arm bringing a deep cut , and only to watch the blood flow.
A/N hey guys! I know lots of angst but I was depressy and every story needs a little right? I hope you like it!
Oh and the song was
my tourniquet by evanescence
Breaking
Harry was facing the opposite wall his back to draco
"Leave" He said in a hoarse whisper
A tear ran down his cheek.
Draco stood there stunned "what why?" He took a step closer.
Harry turned sharply "jus leave" he roared, the mirror shatterd, things started falling off of shelves.
Draco took a hasty step back "Harry whats wrong?
He started laughing a cruel cynical laugh, "What do you care?" he spat as more of his magic got out of control "you think I need this? well do you!" he started breathing heavy.
" My godfather just died, the only living family that didn't cringe when I entered the god forsaken room" he said through clenched teeth, then pointed a shaky finger at the taller wizard. "I don't need your games Draco! Come to me when you can accept your feelings. now leave! "
Draco was stunned he couldnt help it. He knew Harry was right but how could he accept It.*how*. He turned and ran out of the room slightly slamming the door.
Harry crumpled to the ground as the tears flooded his eyes. He knew Draco had feelings for him, but he also knew the other boy still didnt accept it. His music was still softly playing in the background.
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
I lay dying
And im pouring crimson regret and betrayal
Harry slowly took out his contacts and his shirt along with his boots, keeping his pants on.
Im dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I to lost to be saved
Am I to lost?
He held his head in his hands while sitting on the bed letting the tears flow freely.It had been a long time since he had cried.
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
He reaches in to his drawers and pulled out a mirror looking at himself he hated the way he looked: exactly like James Potter his father.
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side?
Or will you forget me?
Harry had always tried to change his appearance he hated being a carbon copy of his father. He didnt know why but he had a deep hatred for James Potter.
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ?
Tourniquet
My suicide
Harry reached for a piece of glass as he brought it down to his arm bringing a deep cut , and only to watch the blood flow.
A/N hey guys! I know lots of angst but I was depressy and every story needs a little right? I hope you like it!
Oh and the song was
my tourniquet by evanescence