A/N: Indeed, it is! Back again for another one-shot, and a song fic! And yes..MORE angst!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR. The lyrics belong to a song called Suicidal Dream by Silverchair.
No More
I sat on the edge of my bed, unaware to everything around me. I was dying, and I knew it. The events of last summer kept haunting me, and I knew there was no way out. No way out from the prophecy, from the country, from this house, from my grief.
I dream about how it's going to end,
Approaching me quickly.
Leaving a life of fear,
I only want my mind to be clear.
My life shattered when Sirius died. I had no more family left. You might be wondering about the Dursleys, but I never really considered them my family. More like my tormenters. I tried to swallow my grief, but I couldn't. I had gone through too much in my short life, and I've had enough. No more.
People making fun of me,
For no reason but jealousy.
I fantasise about my death,
I'll kill myself from holding my breath,
Last year was a disaster. Hogwarts invaded by the Ministry, and that cow Umbridge. It was so infuriating to be called a liar, a sneak, an attention-seeking brat. I bet they'll kicking themselves after this. I dreamt I died last night, after the usual nightmares of death and pain. It was my happiest dream in a long time. There are several letters on my desk, unopened. They are probably from my friends. I know its selfish of me to do this, and it will probably crush them, but they must understand. No one should have to go through what I went through. It was ridiculous.
My suicidal dream,
Voices telling me what to do.
My suicidal dream,
I'm sure you will get your's too
I look up from the spot on the ground, and focus on the object lying in my hands. It's a pretty object. Sleek and shiny. My salvation, my hope. It's very sharp. I run it along my finger, and the skin splits open, with the dark red liquid that is my life running down it.
Dumbledore. Ah Dumbledore, if I could, I'd apologize for what i'm about to do, but I know if i do, i'd never be able to hold my hope again.
Help me, comfort me,
Stop me from feeling what I'm feeling now.
The rope is here, now I'll find a use.
I'll kill myself, I'll put my head in a noose.
Suddenly an idea hits me. This idea is so ludicrous, yet so fitting. I drop the pretty object to the floor and stand up. I walk over to the desk, and pick up another object. This time it's made of wood and pointy. I smile peacefully and walk back to my bed and sit down on it. How fitting that I should do this. Saved by the same object that started my lifelong nightmare sixteen years ago. I raise the pointy wooden object, and point it at my forehead, directly at my cursed scar. As I open my lips, I think about my entire life. And now that I think about it, I realize my life was pretty bad. Oh well, I'll get the last laugh. As I finished remembering, my lips finish the sentence, and a green light flashes straight at me. I smile peacefully, as I finally wake up from this nightmare and into a world where happiness reigns always.
Dreamin' about my death, dream...
Suicidal, suicidal, Suicidal dream..