Disclaimer: I don't own anything. JK owns the characters and Natalie Imbuglia owns the song.
Smoke
Four lives, shallow perfection. Four people cling to the one thing keeping them above the surface, so close to letting go and drowning in their pain.
It's been four years now, since that day he changed her. Just 11 years old, and lost forever. Blood-red hair, eyes with no life, slender body. She feels nothing.
She dances slow and elegant, each move leaving her past behind.
My lullaby,
Hung out to dry,
What's up with that?
It's over.
One more bottle, to numb the pain. His family shattered for so long. He's meant to be strong, to take the weight, but sometimes it's too much. His father gone, his mother left broken. Alcohol is his release, the only way he knows.
Where are you dad?
Mum's looking sad,
What's up with that?
It's dark in here.
Why, bleeding is breathing,
You're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room,
Try, bleeding is believing,
I used to.
Little Miss Perfect can always hide her pain. She lives for her school. Her home is hell. She doesn't want to believe it, but she knows what happens. At home she lies, awake, barely breathing. She hears him hit her, hears her cowering in fear. Alone she sings, her pain pores pours out, with no one to care.
My mouth is dry,
Forgot how to cry,
What's up with that?
You're hurting me.
His future mapped out, destiny sealed. He has no choice. Kill or die. Nobody understands. They think he's the bad guy. 16- years -old and he can't dream. He's tried to reach out, but he's cold and alone. He can't remember what it is to be warm. She's the closest thing to warm he's felt in forever. But she is forbidden, like a red apple just out of reach.
I'm running fast,
Can't hide the past,
What's up with that?
You're pushing me.
Why, bleeding is breathing,
You're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room,
Try, bleeding is believing,
I used to.
She stumbles, breaks down, all her pain poring pouring out.
He runs, leaves it all behind. He'll never go back, can't face the pain.
She hides. Can't face the reality of her world. Blocks out the sound, and cries.
He dreams. He can't stop. Before he knows it, it's done. He leaves the room. Doesn't look back at what he's done. His father dead and his mother weeping. He won't take it anymore.
Why, bleeding is breathing,
You're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room,
Try, bleeding is believing,
I saw you, falling on the floor.
AN: This is my first fic, i'm thinking of writing a full fic based on it, but only if i get enough reviews. Which i find unlikely. Please review!
Pixie