Harry Potter song fic to Evanesance's song Tourniquet.
Summary: Draco's descriptions and actions to the way he feels. It begin's one way, and ends in another....
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more...
Draco, a strong blonde, ruthless hearted boy, wearing school cloaks that said "Hogwarts: Slytherin", sat in his dorm room pondering of how he should try to stop everything that was bothering him... He once tried to kill his pain... His father... But with his attempt of killing him, he only brought more pain on himself....
I lay dying...
And I'm pouring in crimson, regret and betrayal.
Draco, the young Slyhterin boy, lay on his floor. With crimson blood flowing through his pale white body, filling any cracks and wrinkles in his young tender, silk soft skin. He regretted trying to kill his pain...
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost...?
The boy was in deep pain... Dying... Losing breath... He asks himself in his mind if someone, who had a heart to forgive his bad actions, would save him... Would anyone care if he died? No. Would they wonder why he died? No. Would someone save him? No... Why? Because of his shallow heart always putting others down. Oh how he regretted every minute of it.
My god, my Tourniquet...
Return to me salvation...
My god, my Tourniquet...
Return to me salvation...
Do you remember me...
Lost for so long?
Draco remembered how he treated everyone like they were lower than him. All because he was full-blooded. A Pure-Blood they call them. He wished he was never so mean to the muggle-born. Why did he do this? Why? he asked himself... Because the one he feared and hated the most taught it to him.
Will you be on the other side?
Will you forget me?
I'm dying,
praying,
Bleeding,
and screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
Draco began to speak in a silent tone... "When I die... And there on the other side... Will they forget all about me?" He sat up slowly, and began to pray... The blood was dripping down his face and hands onto the green rug. He began to scream... Not for help, but the words that came out of his throat were "Father... Deatheater... I regret being your son. I regret being alive. I regret ever looking up to you!"
My god, my Tourniquet...
Return to me salvation...
My god, my Tourniquet...
Return to me salvation...
My wounds cry for the grave...
My soul cries, for deliverance...
Will I be denied?
Christ... Tourniquet my suicide...
Draco was crying, he knew what he had to do to escape this hideous nightmare, and maybe escape to an eternal dream if he was forgiven. He took the long, dagger on his dorm room wall that engraved on the blade "Slyhterin's finest". On the handle were to green snakes with their mouths wdie open with their tongues sticking out. It was his most prised position and he wanted to die with it. He shoved the sharp blade through his stomach, and with his last gasping words he shouted "Father... You can never get me now... Neither the dementors... I'll finally be free!" And his cold bloody body fell to the floor...