Chapter 20 (alternate)
The End, oh so sadly
Hermione Malfoy opened her eyes. The burn marks circled her upper arms, but it didn't matter anymore.
She knew why.
She laughed faintly, a strange sound to becoming from her seemingly transparent mouth.
She would always lie to herself about this part.
That when he was alive, they were happy together, that they belonged.
She smiled again, the dramatic irony of the moment was humourless, yet indicated that a sweet, sorrowful laugh was in order.
She reached in between her breasts, touching the small scar that she found there.
God, it had been so long since he'd touched her.
He'd been so aggresive, so obvious in his attraction to her.
Her mind.
Her body.
Her soul.
He no longer wanted what she could give him.
He wanted totake what she had.
Her mind.
Her body.
Her soul.
His dreams started to fill him, and her presence.
She couldn't take it anymore!
She needed to feel that she had a life worth living!
She cried.
And cried.
He cried.
And died.
She would always remember his death.
The knife cut his arm.
His circulation.
She would never forget the look on his face, on hers when everyday after that, he haunted her.
'It's me, 'Mione.' He would croon, using the name no-one ever called her.
As a ghost, he murdered Harry.
Ron.
Ginny.
Dumbledore.
And made it clear that he wanted to murder her too.
She became his object of play.
His toy.
His whore.
He knew she liked what he gave her.
Knew she wanted it, yet hated herself for the impulses that wrappe themselves slowly around her mind.
They were meant to be, yet so brutally torn apart.
He died.
And she cried.
He haunted her every day of her life.
He died.
And she cried.
She was living a lie, dead for twenty years of her life.
She died.
He died.
Her suicide.
"Tourniquet"
i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
i lay dying
and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
i want to die!
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
(Evanescence)
(a/n) Wasn't that a great ending? I cried buckets while reading it!
Evanescence, you rock my socks!
OK, maybe not, but you totally provided the, perfect ending!
I should have warned those weak-stomached not to read it.
Screw them, my ending rocks!
Peaches,
Anya
