A/N : This is the big one. The chapter I have been writing since the beginning almost. I really like this chapter, but it is really, really, really long. At 11 sides and 5000 words, it really is the longest chapter I have ever written. It's still not the end though. That's not for a while yet.
Swearing in this chapter. Shocking I know. Do you think the rating should be upped? Please tell me in your review!
Aurora woke to find herself in an unfamiliar place. The room was small, square, and reminded her somewhat of a cell. There was only a little light, streaming in pathetically through a small window set up high in one of the walls. She could see through the window that the moon was no longer full as it had been the last time she could remember. Trying to move her arms and legs failed, and she could see that they were being held by a strange sort of rope, which on closer inspection she found to be some sort of plant.
Where am I? she thought to herself silently, still gazing at the moon. By looking at it she could tell that it was about three days after it had been full, making it . . .
The 22nd ? Yule? Elda . . .
A vision seized her suddenly. She had not had one since Addie had gone, but she could sense that this one was somehow different. It seemed more like a flashback. Faces flashed before her now-closed eyes. Lining up for that photograph on the bridge, her arm linked through Eldara's; her mother handing her a newborn baby, most likely Tilly; Will as a small boy running through the field after her; Will, older now, sitting with her under her Tree at the age of about twelve, their first kiss together; Will, even older, about sixteen, sobbing into Olivia's shoulder as Aurora said that she was leaving him to go to Hogwarts; finally herself and Draco looking at her first baby picture – the one of her mother Serena holding Eldara and her father Ben holding Aurora herself. A family. A happy fam . . .
Aurora jerked out of her vision as something hit her stomach violently. The light which now shined brightly into the chamber hurt her eyes, making her head throb and her stomach churn. Nausea nearly overcame her but she fought had not to be sick. She pulled up her head slowly from where it rested on her chest to see that a figure had just entered the chamber, shutting the door behind it.
"Hello Aurora."
She was still fighting down her nausea, but whispered in a barely audible voice, "Draco - ? Why – am – I – here?"
"Many reasons," he replied, moving to stand propped up against the far wall.
"Which – are – what?"
"First and foremost, we believe you are spying on us for . . . someone, and we believe you are not as evil as you claim to be."
"Then why persecute me?"
"The Master wishes to see you."
"Voldem-"
"Never speak his name!" Draco cut in. He shifted slightly on his feet, and Aurora could see he was wearing black robes, his wand tucked into his pocket. She presumed he had fired a spell at her stomach to make her come out of her vision.
"Why shouldn't I speak his name?!" Aurora felt her anger rising within her. "He isn't my master!"
"He will be soon." In contrast to Aurora's tone, Draco's voice was getting quieter and more malicious.
"I'll never subject to him. I'd kill myself first."
"That is the reason you are in chains."
"In wouldn't call these chains."
A deep silence fell between them. Draco shifted slightly on his feet, almost nervously.
"Who put you up to this?" asked Aurora quietly after about a minute of silence When Draco looked at her questioningly, she added, "I really can't see you doing this on your own, you're too . . . dependant on others."
"I am not going to answer that question," he answered indignantly.
"I bet I can guess though. Probably your father and Bellatrix." She tried to search his mind for information but found herself unable, as if his mind were blocked to hers. Earlier she had also found herself unable to translocate, and now she feared all of her powers may have gone. Her eyes were still stinging from the light as she had been in the dark for so long, making her head throb and her stomach turn violently.
"Yes, Aurora, you have no powers."
"How . . .?"
"You really should not have told me how to drain you."
"No . . ." The only way to get rid of her powers was a very complicated spell which included taking a piece of her white lock of hair and some of her blood and using this to put her powers into a crystal.
"Yes." Draco held up something, and as it caught the light Aurora could see what it was. A silver chain was caught between his fingers, a large clear crystal pendant hanging from it. When it caught the light again she could see the centre was tinged purple, almost like a scrying crystal.
Aurora could feel tears trickling down her face. She was weak and powerless, and if Voldemort wanted to take her over he would probably be able to now. Her mind was now completely open to Draco's, including all of the thoughts she had not let him see before, private memories of herself and Will, her mother and Eldara. She was helpless. Draco could take complete advantage of her, and she was powerless to resist.
"Pansy put you up to this didn't she?" she murmured.
"She may have had some part in it, yes," he admitted. "But you have said it yourself; you are not 'evil'. Addie made you that way."
"Yes, Draco, but neither am I 'good'. I am me, perfectly neutral, as I am meant to be. It is true that the Spirit make me 'evil', but as she has gone and does not seem to be coming back . . ."
"She has deserted you."
Aurora's head fell to her chest. "She has indeed. I am completely alone in life."
"Yes."
"I will never subject to him. I don't care about torture or whatever you can and will do to me, especially not now. Especially not today."
"Today? Ah yes. Today was the day your precious sister died. I know what happened to her. It is in the darkest recesses of your memory."
"You do?" Aurora pulled her head upright to look him straight in the eye for the first time.
"I do."
"Tell-"
"I think not," he cut in.
"Then please Draco, just fuck off."
"I think you should watch your mouth."
"I can't," she retorted. "My nose sort of gets in the way."
"If you are going to be impertinent-"
"Which is highly likely-"
"I am going."
"Good. Fuck off."
Draco turned from where he had been standing, opened the door sharply and stalked out of the room, once again leaving Aurora alone in her cell. She tried to sleep but could find not rest, so gently and quietly she started to sing to herself random snippets of songs, over and over.
"Leave me be and
Cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve
To shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Od of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Until love do me part . . .
One fleeting moment
And it is all gone
Crownless again
Will I fall . . . ?
Like a bad star
I'm falling faster
Down to her
She's the only one who knows
What it is to burn . . .
And if I bleed,
I'll bleed knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you,
I'll wake without you there . . .
Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time . . .
Angry birds and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
On the talk of taking action
I learned these words were never true
Now I find myself in question [they point the finger at me again]
Guilty by association . . .
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind . . .
You love the way I look at you
While taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through
You take away if I give in
My life, my pride is broken . . .
Bury my dreams
Dig up my sorrows
Oh Lord why?
Do the angels fall first . . . ?
You like to think you're never wrong
You have to act like you're someone
You want someone to hurt like you
You want to share what you've been through . . .
My wounds cry for the grave
My Soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied?
Artemis
Tourniquet
My suicide . . .
A place to leave
All of the memories in my mind
I try my life away
Yet stumble to the grave
I cry and still they say :
'The past won't go away'
The story of my life . . .
I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
I've felt this way before
So insecure . . .
Please, please forgive me
But I won't be home again.
Maybe some day you'll look up,
And barely conscious you'll say to no one,
Isn't something missing . . . ?
I want to run away
Never say goodbye
I want to know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I want to know the answers –
No more lies
I want to shut the door
And open up my mind . . .
Red sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within the dark holds hard
Red sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies . . .
You won't cry for my absence I know,
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me . . . ?
The lust for fame is a deadly game
But you can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last . . .
And I keep on falling for every lie
And you . . .
I wish I did not feel for you any more . . ."
Her voice got louder and more raucous until it broke and she collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably. The bonds gave way and she fell from her upright position to the floor, where she cried herself to sleep, aware of the fact that she was probably being watched by about twenty people, including Draco.
Light filtered into her chamber, and Aurora woke with a start. Someone pulled her roughly upwards, forced her hands together behind her back and tied them back together again. A wand was poked into her back, forcing her to move forwards, then again and again until she walked properly. A Death Eater in long dark robes, hooded and masked, stood to both sides of her, and one behind. That one held the ends to her bonds, and it was apparent by the occasional hissing of instructions in her ear who it was. She was pushed down a series of dimly-lit corridors until they reached a large pair of black and silver doors. The Death Eater behind her reached over her shoulder and knocked a number of times on the door, which Aurora took to be a code. After the last knock the doors swung slowly inwards.
Inside there was a large circle of people, all cloaked, hooded and masked except one. His gaze turned to look upon her, and for the first time in her life, Aurora felt small. Like an ant, small enough to be stepped on and squashed, or a fox caught in a car's headlights.
"Thank you Lucius." Even the voice was cold, commanding and condescending. "You may tie her up over there." He pointed a long finger at one of the walls and with a sharp jab in the back Aurora moved over to where he had pointed and was dutifully tied up with the plant again. She glanced down at herself to see that she had changed from when she had last seen herself. Now she was wearing a long plain black dress, which just brushed the floor around her bare and dirty feet.
"Now my dear, what can we do with you?" Voldemort had meant it to be a rhetorical question, but Aurora answered anyway.
"Well. Number one, I suppose you could kill me outright. Number two, you could torture me with your stupid curses until I give you the information or whatever it is that you want. Number three, you could let me go. But I don't think that number three is very likely, or number one. So number two and torture it is then. Bring it on, I say."
Voldemort raised one eyebrow. "You want to die?"
"Very much so."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
Aurora heard Lucius Malfoy murmur something under his breath from his place next to his Master, and Voldemort's face changed. "Ah yes. You want to be with your sister. I am right?"
"Yes," Aurora whispered quietly.
"Then- " Voldemort stopped as there was a number of knocks on the door. Aurora remembered the pattern from when she had entered, and sure enough the doors swung open with a large creak.
"My Lord." It was Narcissa Malfoy, who curtsied as she entered, and another figure dressed in the typical Death Eater robes. "This man-"
"Thank you Narcissa."
"Yes my Lord," Narcissa curtsied again, turned and left.
Voldemort turned to the new figure that had entered the room, raised a pale index finger and beckoned for him to go to the centre of the circle, where Voldemort was now standing. "Well done," he congratulated the man and shook a gloved hand that came out from underneath the cloak. Aurora thought if Voldemort had of hugged someone right at this moment it would have this new man.
"How did you do it?" he asked.
"I have no idea." The man's voice was deep and resonated around the large chamber. Aurora noticed that the air was now tense, and all of the other Death Eaters seemed apprehensive of this new figure.
"You may stand in your rightful place."
"Thank you my Lord." The man moved to stand next to Lucius Malfoy, who tried hard not to shift on his feet. Aurora now noticed that Draco was here too, standing beside his father proudly. He too was hooded and cloaked as a Death Eater, though he was not one yet.
"Now, back to the captive-"
"Is that what I am?" Aurora mused to no one in particular.
Voldemort ignored her comment this time, and continued speaking.
"My Lord?" the new man spoke up.
"Yes."
"What is she accused of?"
"Spying and deception."
Aurora sniggered at this.
"May I examine her?"
"Of course."
The man walked slowly over to where Aurora was. "My Lord, may I-"
"Yes."
All of the Death Eaters were looking in their direction, as if knowing that something big was going to happen, and Aurora felt pressurised to combat whatever this man was going to do to her. But instead of taking out his wand to cast a spell on her, he reached up and took down his hood, then took off his mask. Aurora let out a small gasp, which she tried to cover up with a cough. The man was different to how she had last seen him, but she knew the eyes and rest of his face well.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked her.
"Yes," she whispered. "You're the Child of the Dark."
"Indeed."
"We were right Draco," she raised her head to glance beyond the man to look at Draco. "Addie did go where we thought she did."
"How do you know the Spirit's current name?"
"Well, other than the fact that I've been living with her, no I correct myself, she's been living in me for the last Goddess knows how many years, I would have no idea how I know her name."
"You were the Child of the Dark?"
"Yes, and the Chosen One, I'll have you know. Oh yes, and your daughter. Mustn't forget that one."
"My – The –"
"Oh yes. I'm quite surprised that lot," she indicated the Death Eaters with her head, "actually kept me in here when you came in. They are quite touchy about the fact that I'm your daughter."
"Which one are you?"
"Aurora of course. Dara had fair hair remember?"
"It has been so long. And children change over time." Ben stopped and thought for a moment. "Then if you are my daughter, why can I sense no powers within you?"
"He has taken them."
"He being?"
"Draco," she practically snarled.
Ben turned back to the circle of Death Eaters, who were staring at them in disbelief. Taking a few large strides forwards, he grabbed Draco's hood and mask and pulled them off roughly, whereupon they clattered to the floor. Grasping hold of Draco's ear, he pushed him towards where Aurora stood tied to the wall. When Lucius Malfoy started to protest, he hissed, "Bugger off Malfoy," under his breath and continued pushing Draco forwards, still holding him by the ear like a small naughty child. When they reached Aurora, he let go of Draco's ear and moved round to have his back to Aurora and his front to Draco and the Death Eaters. "You little - " he moved to punch Draco, but Aurora cried out.
"Ada!"
Ben turned back to face her. "I've always wanted someone to call me that," he said, half-smiling. "Now what?"
"Don't – "
"Don't what? Don't hit him? He has hurt you badly selde, and something must be done about it."
"Yes, but not in – not in that way."
Ben glanced from Draco to Aurora then back to Draco again. "Oh, so it's like that is it?" he said to no one in particular, except maybe himself. Then, grabbing Draco by the hair, he forcibly removed the chain from around Draco's neck. Then he shoved Draco back into his place in the circle, and Aurora could not help but to smile. She also noticed that he had had the chain around his neck, close to his heart, and she wondered if this was symbolic and that it meant he did still like her, or if that was just where he had decided at put it.
"You do anything to her again -" Ben warned.
"I have a feeling he won't," said Aurora quietly.
"So you were - "
"Yes."
"So what to do now?"
"You can get me out of these bonds, give me my powers back and then we need to talk."
"What about?" Ben asked as he slowly released her from the bonds, which were tight and had cut into her wrists, making deep cuts.
"Your other daughter, your ex-wife, my two best friends and their mother." Ben placed the chain around Aurora's neck, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief as she felt her powers and strength returning to her.
"So that would be Eldara, Serena, Mara and Will I'm guessing are your best friends, and Liv. What about them?"
Aurora sank to her knees on the floor. "One is dead, one has had three children, one is the Chosen Child of the Light and doesn't know it, one was my boyfriend for five years, and one . . . One has been . . ."
"Would that be Liv?"
"However did you guess?" Aurora laughed for the first time for a while.
"So your mother has had three more children?"
"Tilly, Isolde and Conan, yes."
"Who with?"
"Jon Wilson. Remember him?"
"Really? That bastard! He was my best friend!"
"Friends change," Aurora said, looking over to where Draco was still rubbing his head from where Ben had grabbed his hair.
"Right. Then Will would have been your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"From what I have heard of him he seems nice."
"He –" Aurora stopped. "Wait a second. You've talked to him?!"
"Yes."
"When?"
"About five days ago. He sent me a letter saying you were going to be here now, and that I should come and 'rescue' you."
"What has he told you? How did you know to trust him?"
"Not a lot. It was more like a brief note. The way he signed it showed he was genuine."
"How did he know I was going to be here?"
"I have no idea."
"Back to people then. Eldara is the Chosen Child of the Light?"
"Wrong. That is Mara, Liv's other child."
"Then Eldara is . . ."
"Dead," Aurora whispered.
"How – When - ?"
"Ten years today. As to how, I still have no idea."
"What date is it?"
"Yule."
"Already?"
"Yes."
"Then –"
Suddenly the room went even darker than it already was. A dark swirling mist emitted from Ben's mouth and trailed to the centre of the circle to be next to Voldemort. First a head appeared in the mist, and then a dark-robed body attached to the head stepped out of the mist, yet it still seemed to be surrounded by darkness. Its white hair was flying, and its amber eyes glowed, looking exceptionally abnormal in all of the darkness. The Dark Lord stared at it in disbelief, and Aurora and Ben smiled at each other, meeting eyes for the first time properly. Ben searched her face quickly.
"You look just like your mother," he said. "Except your eyes and hair, I think we can blame those on me. Other than that, you are so much like her." He pulled at a piece of his own hair, which, though now tinged around the edges with grey, was still dark as a raven's wing, with a slight blue-black sheen like Aurora's did when it was first washed. "Who did Dara look like?"
The figure cleared its throat, but still Aurora carried on talking. "Both you and Amme."
"Are you on speaking terms with Serena?"
"Sort of. I was for about three days, but then Lana -"
"She still around?" Ben cut in.
"Yes. Anyway, the Lana said I had had something to do with your escape, and Amme believed her –" The figure cleared its throat even more loudly. "Even though it was Addie."
"Me?" asked the figure.
"Yes, you."
"Me? Addie, Arduriel, Spirit of the Dark, Blaith na Morth, Lucifer, Set, Eris, Loki, Hades, Lilith, Satan, most evil thing in the entire known universe and therefore the ultimate evil -"
"Stop bragging Addie. We know how 'great' you are already," interrupted Aurora.
"This lot don't!" retorted Addie.
While Addie kept bragging to Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Aurora continued to talk to her father. Ben had not been in contact with a Morion sorcerer face-to-face for over sixteen years, and he needed to know all that had been happening, both in the muggle and magical worlds, as well as what had been happening in all of the sorcerer Orders.
"How did Dara die?"
"I have no idea. We were playing in the field near the house, the one with our Trees and all of the daisies – that field was always strange because even in two feet of snow, there were always daisies and roses growing there – anyway, we were making a daisy chain, and then I woke up three days later after blacking out." Aurora found tears pouring down her face, as always happened when she thought about Eldara.
"Come here." Ben put his arm around her shoulder and she buried her head into his shoulder. After about a minute he gently pulled her head upright, and put a finger on each of her temples. "Do you want to see?" After Aurora nodded, he slowly reached into her mind and unblocked a part of the darkest recesses of her memory. Aurora gasped as a sharp pain seared through her mind. She felt herself fall to lie flat on the floor, but could not do anything to resist the visions that came to her.
- - - - - Flashback as seen through the eyes of Aurora - - - - -
I catch up with my sister's outstretched hand and we run through the fields away from the house. As we get to the edge of the woods she turns to look back up at the house and I automatically turn with her to see our Amme standing there. She is smiling, and looks regal in this cool yuletide sunlight. We run quickly through the close-packed pine trees and out of the other side of the small copse, back out into the fields. I love this field with its long grass, flowers all year round and strangely coloured rose bushes. It also has all of our Trees – mine, Dara's, Will's and Mara's. Mine is a willow, Dara's a rowan, Will's a stately oak and Mara's a silver birch. I have often wondered if the choice of our Tree was something to do with our personality, or if they were totally random pickings. I know Amme has 'tampered' with this field, but I really do not care. Eldara drags me towards the small stream and my Tree, the willow, at the bottom of the field, the place where the daisies grow all year round, even in the deepest winter and the frosts. I look up from where I have been staring at the small narcissi at my feet at the shout of my sister's voice, barely recognising the fact that she let go of my hand about a minute ago.
She is standing on the bank of the stream, cold golden sunlight streaming down her blonde hair. We are so different, her and I, yet so the same. We both have the same eyes, our father's eyes so we have always been told. Other than that, we are complete opposites. She is quiet, fair-headed and gets her way by being subtle; I am loud, dark-headed and I get my way by being brash and by asking upfront what I would like.
She points a little way along the bank, where Mara and Will are sitting - Mara is making a daisy chain and Will is reading a book. We are two completely different sets of twins. It could be to do with the fact that they are a boy and a girl and Dara and I are both girls, but I think that it goes deeper than that. Purpose decided it, and so it must be, as Amme has always said.
I run up to sit with Mara, and help her continue the chain that she is making, and she smiles at me sweetly. She is talking to me, but I cannot be bothered to reply. When she says it is getting dark and will soon be time for Yule dinner, I reply that Dara and I will be up to the house in about ten minutes. Will stands up, links arms with an already-standing Mara, and they walk slowly up through the long grass and into the copse.
Eldara comes to sit next to me. Her face, like an angel's framed with its blonde hair, smiles at me and reminds me how much I love her, and how much I depend on her. She hands me a chain she has been making with alternate black and white daisies, before taking it from me again and pulling it over my head, being careful not to snap its think cords. Her little face screws up in concentration as she tries to get it over one of my ears, and when she has finally done this she lies it over the top of my dress, an keeps adjusting it until it is perfect for her. She is like that, extremely precise in everything that she does.
I hear a rustle in the grass behind me. Eldara looks up, and I see her mouth form a small 'o', her eyes widening in fear.
"What?" I ask her, but she just keeps staring, still as a statue.
I turn. A figure stands there. It has long hair but looks neither male nor female. The hair is white and just brushes the ground, and its eyes are amber, almost catlike. It is robed in black, and the aura of power radiating from it is almost overbearing. The aura is different from that of mother's however. Hers is good; this figure's is dark and evil. The figure raises an arm, and a ball of dark fire appears on its palm. It moves, and shoots this ball directly at my sister. I scream and throw my body across hers, but the fire goes straight through me and into Dara, and she does not even have time to scream. I prise my body away from hers, which lies still on the ground, eyes open and unblinking.
"That was not meant for you," the figure hisses. "But this is." It produces another ball of flame, and throws it straight at me.
- - - - - End of flashback - - - - -
Aurora sat up suddenly. She had fallen to the floor, and her father was crouched to one side of her, and Draco to the other. The circle of Death Eaters had broken up, and they were sitting on chairs scattered through the room. Addie and Voldemort were deep in conversation in the far corner from Aurora, who stood up quickly. Her legs still felt unsteady, but she grasped her father for support, as she did not even want to touch Draco after what he had said and done to her. Facing Addie, and hissing through clenched teeth, she said, "You!"
"Me?" asked Addie with mock surprise, a look of amusement on her face. [A/N : Addie can be either male, female or of no gender. At the moment she is female i.e. why I have been putting 'she said' etc.]
"You – You – You killed her!" Aurora could feel the tears streaming down her face.
"It had to be done," said Addie simply.
"Why?! I loved her and you knew that. I nearly died because of you!"
"That fire I threw at you only hurts 'good' things. As you were destined to be the Chosen Child of the Dark, it would not hurt you. Eldara was destined to be the Chosen Child of the Light, and I knew that if you met her in the Final Battle, you would let your emotions control over gut instinct and she would win. So I killed her."
"You killed Dara?" Ben sounded shocked.
"Now you catch on," said Addie.
"But – you - " Ben was speechless.
"I never want to see you again," hissed Aurora. "Go and never, never ever come back."
"Oh come on Aurora, surely you can see why I did it? I need to win this Battle, and so do you. We lose, we both die. Well, you die and I get destroyed, but still -"
"Never want to see you again." Aurora said before she shimmered and disappeared, telling no one where she was going.
A/N :
Hope you liked it. You won't be getting another chapter for a while people, sorry. I can't be bothered to write. Well, I can, but it's all a bit odd.
Dedication : Erm. I don't know really. DLSnapeKurama18 for being the only person that I don't know to review the last chapter. Where has Arwen gone? And glitzy? #sniffs# No one loves me!
Peeps
DLSnapeKurama18 : Those shoes are called New Rocks. Have you heard of them? I have a pair of the ankle boots. They rock, they really do, but they are quite expensive. #finds currency converter# £100 = $185! A lot, I know, but well worth it. Have you heard of Nightwish?
Katie Bloom : #sniffs again# Why are you being mean to my future husband? He is already depressed and you go and insult him! Eugh Busted eugh. I'll have to agree to disagree I suppose. #sighs# Some people don't understand my mind.
Clairie : No, no porn. Draco is a bit of a fag. Aurora rocks! Busted are shite. Tuomas is sexy and you insulted him too! #cries and runs away from evil people insulting Tuomas# At least James thinks he's cool! [Yes Addie, James]
Dazzie : I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Ask and I'll tell. Though not here obviously!
Other people : PLEASE REVIEW BOTH CHAPTERS!
I also need some help. If you spot any mistakes in earlier chapters [eg. Things not fitting in with the story now, spelling / grammar errors etc.] could you please tell me so I can change them? THANK YOU!
Oh, and also do you think Draco would go to a [rock] concert? Just a thought for later on . . .
About 30 minutes after Willow put the chapter up, she had to change it again :
At the asking of a new reviewer [LizaGirl –HI!] these are the names and artists of all of the songs which Aurora sings at the top. Note that wherever there are three dots [ . . . ] it means that the song changes. # down here means through until the dots.
Leave me be and # Until love do me part = Romanticide by Nightwish [from the album 'Once']
One fleeting moment # Will I fall? = Crownless by Nightwish [from the album 'Wishmaster' – note that this is also the chapter title]
Like a bad star # What it is to burn = What It Is To Burn by Finch [from the album 'What It Is To Burn']
And if I bleed # I'll wake without you there = Missing by Evanescence [from the 'Demos 2001-2002' and the 'Bring Me To Life' single]
Just being alive # Are a gift from time = Moments of Pleasure by Kate Bush [from the album 'The Red Shoes]
Angry birds and angry voices # Guilty by association = Runaway by Linkin Park [from the album 'Hybrid Theory]
Some wounds never heal # Cry for mankind = The Kinslayer by Nightwish [from the album 'Wishmaster']
You love the way I look at you # My life, my pride is broken = Points of Authority by Linkin Park [from the album 'Hybrid Theory']
Bury my dreams # Do the angels fall first = Angels Fall First by Nightwish [from the album 'Angels Fall First']
You like to think you're never wrong # You want to share what you've been through = Points of Authority by Linkin Park [from the album 'Hybrid Theory']
My wounds cry for the grave # My suicide = Tourniquet by Evanescence [from the album 'Fallen' – changed slightly though]
A place to leave # The story of my life = Story Of My Life by Kristian Leontiou [not sure what the album is called]
I can't seem to find myself again # So insecure = Crawling by Linkin Park [from the album 'Hybrid Theory']
Please, please forgive me # Isn't something missing = Missing by Evanescence [from the 'Demos 2001-2002' and the 'Bring Me To Life' single]
I want to run away # And open up my mind = Runaway by Linkin Park [from the album 'Hybrid Theory]
Red sun rising # Higher than hope my cure lies = Higher Than Hope by Nightwish [from the album 'Once']
You won't cry for my absence I know # Isn't someone missing me? = Missing by Evanescence [from the 'Demos 2001-2002' and the 'Bring Me To Life' single]
The last bit is mish-mashed with all sorts of different songs, including Dead Boy's Poem by Nightwish [from the album 'Wishmaster'], The Kinslayer by Nightwish [from the album 'Wishmaster'] and Points of Authority by Linkin Park [from the album 'Hybrid Theory']
Hope that helps!
