A/N: Hey there everybody, here's my brand new story 'Bring Me to Life'… It's the Sequel to my One-Shot 'Running Away'… You don't have to read the One-Shot to understand the plot in this story although if you want all the facts I suggest that you'd read 'Running Away' first. It's not very long. ;)

I use some Evanescence lyrics in this chapter, they're cursive… Their songs are my huge inspiration source while writing this story. Normally I'm not such a big fan of them but I can almost relate all the lyrics from the album 'Fallen' to this story and to Draco's situation.

Also… There might be some HBP (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince) spoilers so if you don't want to know anything about what happened in HBP then maybe you shouldn't read this story… or 'Running Away'!

And yeah, I don't own either Draco or Ginny they belong to Miss J.K Rowling, and if some other characters that you know from the Harry Potter books show up in the story then you know that J.K owns them to. I own the plot and my made-up characters.

Alright here it is. I hope to hear from you in reviews ;)

-- Kim.

Chapter 01 – Shattered Glass

These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real.

There's just too much that time can not erase

I hear my mother calling my name every night in my sleep and I hear my father tell me to run for my life, and I run. I run until my legs can't carry me anymore. Until I can't breathe, it's like someone is strangling me, but this someone doesn't want to see me dead just in as much pain as possible. But I die… Every single night. He kills, Lord Voldemort kills me in my sleep and I wake up all wrapped into the sheets and covered in sweat. There's a taste of blood in my mouth and I feel the urgent need to throw up.

I can't believe that it's been five years since he killed my parents and I still have nightmares about it. Why can't I just get over it?

I get up from the bed and feel even more nauseous, I think I drank a few more drinks then I should've the night before. My head is spinning and then I really feel that what I ate and drank last night is coming up again. I rush into my small bathroom and I throw up everything, until I feel empty. I flush the toilet watching the yellow sludge disappear down in the sewage.

I rise to look at myself in the small mirror over the washbasin; I look pale, almost dead. The colour of my skin is almost as white as my t-shirt used to be when it once was clean. The taste in my mouth is unbearable it almost makes me want to throw up again, but there's nothing left to throw up… I touch my cheek and my chin and I clearly feel the bones, must have lost a couple of pounds this week as well.

My reflection in the mirror smiles at me and I wonder why because I am not smiling. I clench my fists as the reflection tells me that this day will be different. "Different my ass", I mumble and I break the mirror with my bare hands. I don't care whether my knuckles are bleeding and I don't care if there's shattered glass everywhere in the bathroom. I don't give a damn!

I take off all the clothes that I've been wearing for forty-eight hours without changing. All off it. Then I step into the shower and I turn on the cold water. It is one of the few things that can ease my pain, but only when I'm standing there letting the water rush over my body. When I step out from the shower again the pain comes back, it's like something is burning inside of me and I just want to cry. But I won't.

I haven't cried since the very night, almost exactly five years ago, when my parents died.

I leave the bathroom and walk into my bedroom, which is also my living room, and I dress up in the cleanest clothes I can find on the floor. My hair looks like a total mess but I really don't care. I grab my jacket and put on my shoes before I leave my small apartment and walk out on a rather quiet street of New York City. I walk past a kinder garden without looking twice at the children, they remind me of my childhood when I belonged to a happy family…

For each step I take I get closer to the only light in my life, River Café.

Pathetic, I know, the only light in my life is a stupid café… But I just love that place. It's decorated in happy colours; it's placed just by the water and the people that is working there are always so nice and friendly. Not that I speak to them very often but just seeing them smile at me or hearing them say 'good morning' fills my heart with a little hope that someday my world won't be black and white anymore…

I get closer and closer; soon I put my hand on the door handle and open the door. I walk over to my favourite table in a corner of the café, but someone else is sitting there today. A woman with long fiery red hair, she's reading something. Why the hell is she sitting by my table? I sit there every morning. Who does she think she is, just bursting into my life like this and ruining my every day routine?

"Excuse me, but I would this is my table", I say.

She looks up at me, "Your table?" She says. "There are plenty of others tables in here take one of them because I happen to like it here"

Her voice and her gorgeous British accent, which resembles my own, make me speechless. I haven't heard anyone but myself talking with a British accent for over two years now… I'm even starting to lose my own accent; it's slowly drifting away into a more American one.

She doesn't take her eyes away from me, "Do I know you?" She asks.

"I don't think so", I reply, but the truth is I have a weird feeling that I've seen her before. The red hair, the blue eyes… everything seems so familiar. "Would you be so kind and leave my table now?"

"I'm not leaving, I got here first", the woman tells me. I like her attitude, she's just as stubborn as myself, but I don't have time to fight with her now I need my breakfast before I have to go to my job.

"I sit here every single morning and I've done so for the past year, now please, be so kind and change table!" I say and I try to sound more definite this time.

"Maybe you need a change then", she exclaims before she starts to read her book again. "Unless you wouldn't mind sharing the table of course?" She asks with a smile on her lips that makes my heart jump in my chest. "I can be really quiet, if you don't look at me you won't notice I'm here"

Without a word I sit down at the opposite side of the table, she giggles and continues to read her book. I order what I order every morning; bacon, eggs, toast, pumpkin juice and a cup of tea. My appetite is great in the morning because it's the only time at the day I know I won't throw up after eating. I eat in silence and I notice the woman at the other side of my table look up at me every now and then, but when her eyes meet mine she looks at her book again, pretending that she wasn't looking at me at all.

"I'm sorry, but you look awfully familiar, what's your name?" She asks and now she's not avoiding my gaze when I look into her deep blue eyes.

"You said you'd be quiet", I snap. She rolls her eyes and once again she looks down at her book, but it doesn't look like she's reading. I study her, the freckles that you only can see if you look really closely and the shape of her face… I know I've seen it before. Then it hits me, she's a Weasley… She's Ron Weasel-bee's little sister. She's the girl that received Tom Dolder's diary from my father right before our second year at Hogwarts, which was her first year. She's the girl that the almighty Harry Potter saved from Voldemort in the Chamber of Secrets.

Ginny, that's her name, Ginny Weasley.

Since when did she grow up into a fine woman I wonder…? But then again, it was five years ago since I saw her the last time and back then she looked like a little kid and she was the girlfriend of Harry Potter. I wonder where her superhero boyfriend is now.

I argue with myself in my mind, should I tell that I know who she is or should I not?

"Why are you staring at me?" She asks.

"You're Ginny Weasley", I reply. She looks impressed as she closes her book and looks deep into my eyes. She stares at me for a while, I can clearly see that she is trying really hard to figure out who I am and as she does realize it her eyes grow wide.

"Draco Malfoy", she whispers.

It feels like some one stabs me with a knife as I hear her say my name, it sounds so unfamiliar even though that's been my name for 21 years. Maybe it's because no one has used that name since I ran away to the USA, here I call myself Daniel Matthews. It's a pretty usual name and that's good because I don't want to stick out from the crowd. I want to be who I was born to be… nobody.

"You look so different", she says quietly. "No wonder I didn't recognize you at first"

"Great, now can you please be quiet as you promised? I'd like to finish my breakfast", I say because I'm hungry and I have a long day at work in front of me. I try to concentrate on the food but I feel her eyes on me all the time. Why can't she just stop staring?

"Everyone thinks you are-"

"You said you'd be quiet!" I exclaim angrily and I finish my toast.

She looks deep into my grey eyes before she completes her sentence, "-dead"

I don't say anything because the truth is that Draco Malfoy is dead. I take my glass of pumpkin juice and I squeeze it, I want it to break and I want to bleed, seeing my own blood makes me calm. Hurting myself has become a habit. Knifes, shattered glass, razorblades… That is my drug, which is what keeps me alive. Every single time I think about the past I have to hurt myself because it helps me not to think about the pain in my broken soul.

Finally the glass breaks and I feel pieces of the shattered glass push into the skin of my hand and very soon I feel the warm blood sip out from the cuts.

"Dear Merlin, what are you doing?" Ginny exclaims but to my big surprise she doesn't look very frightened at the sight of blood, and I who always pictured her as a very afraid girl… Then she does something else that surprises me. She grabs my hand, "Here, let me take a look at it"

Her touch is so soft and it makes me forget about the pain that I want to feel. How dare she touch me like this?

A waitress walks up to my table, "I heard glass breaking are you o-- oh my god that looks gross Daniel!" She exclaims and looks disgusted. "Do you want me to call an ambulance?"

I laugh quietly. An ambulance? For some small cuts in my hand? That's ridiculous she should've seen that time I cut myself so deep in my arms and lost so much blood that I passed out.

"No, it's ok, I'm a hea- a doctor! I can help him", Ginny says, still holding my hand in hers. "Let's get into the bathroom Draco"

"It's Daniel", I snap. "And I'm not going anywhere with you!" I pull away my hand from her and finally I feel the pain again, but it's different now. This time I don't feel any pleasure from the pain… It just hurts and I don't like it. Stupid Ginny Weasley! In just a few minutes she's not only destroyed my every day routine but also my only pleasure in life.

"Daniel, let the woman help you! You look really pale", the waitress, who's name is Rose by the way, said. She tried to avoid gazing at the blood. "Come here; let me help you to the bathroom"

"No"

"You are making a big scene now Daniel, go to the bathroom, let her help you! She's a doctor!"

"You know what… I'm just going to leave", I said and rose so quickly that my chair fell to the floor. My head is spinning and suddenly I have no idea where I am, all I know is that I'm running and that someone is haunting me, just like in the dreams I have every night. I don't notice that the other guests are staring at me. I don't notice that Ginny gets up from her chair and walks over to me.

"Draco!" She exclaims. My name, my real name, wakes me up from my trans, she puts my arm around her neck.

"I'll get the first-aid kit!" Rose says and hurries away to the kitchen.

Ginny leads me to the bathroom where I sit down at the toilet. Rose comes in with the first-aid kit and hands it to Ginny. Everything happens so quickly. Rose leaves because she can't stand the sight of blood and suddenly Ginny grabs my hand that is now covered in blood. The next thing I know she's got a wet linen napkin in her hand and she's carefully bathing my wounds with it. It stings terribly. She pulls down the sleeve of my arm and gasps as she sees my scars, some fresher then others.

I can feel her eyes on my face, she wants eye contact but I avoid her gaze. I close my eyes and imagine myself being some place else. I'm all alone as I walk over soft green grass, the only sound I hear is the wind blowing in the trees and the birds singing happy tunes.

"This might hurt a little bit", Ginny says and wakes me up from my daydreams. She's got a tweezers in her hand, she's going to pick out the pieces of glass that is still stuck in my skin.

"I am used to pain", I tell her and I look deep into her eyes, they're so blue and they remind me of the sky. I close my eyes again and I feel her pick out piece after piece of glass. I laugh quietly remembering that she said it would hurt. This is nothing to the pain I feel inside every single day.

"What are you laughing at?" She asks.

I don't want to answer her question, that's non of her bloody business. She's done enough to ruin things for me today, I won't spell out the story of my life for her, so I say, "Are you really a doctor?"

"Almost, I'm studying to become a healer, this is my last term here in New York", she replies without taking her eyes of my wounds. I watch her concentrate. I study her closely and I don't pay much attention to what she says. "I've been here for two years now, then I've two years left in London"

She studies my hand closely to see if there are any pieces of glass left, when she can't see any she grabs the linen napkin again to wipe away all the blood. Her touch is so gentle, I never want her to stop. Then she carefully wraps my hand with a bandage.

I look at my watch and I notice that it's nearly 10 AM. "Shit", I mumble. I'm late for work that has never happened during my two years as a street cleaner.

Yes, that is perfectly true, I work as a street cleaner. I make sure that the streets and the park in my area looks nice and clean. It's not very glamorous but at least I get enough money to pay my bills and the rent for my apartment… I know this must sound weird, that Draco Malfoy is living and working as a muggle these days but the night I lost my parents and also lost my lust of performing magic.

"Are you leaving?" Ginny asks as I rise from the toilet.

"Yes, I'm late for work", I reply. "And it's much thanks to you"

She rolls her eyes, "You don't have to thank me"

I turn and walk away, without saying a word. I leave the café and I hurry down the now busy streets of New York City. I wonder if I ever will see her again. Not that I ever would want to meet her again because she's done nothing but disturbing my every day routines and destroying the pleasure I felt from hurting myself. I feel the urgent need to scream and so I do, in my mind. In my soul.

These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real.

There's just too much that time can not erase