I'm tired of being what you want me to be
He threw the photograph against the wall, anger pounding in his temples. Why did he have to do it? He supposed he had thought that death was inevitable in both situations; no matter what choice he took. Instead, someone else would fall for his mistake.
Yet he was still the one paying the price.
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
He fingered his wand shakily, trying to push all his damaged emotions out of his mind. He needed to concentrate. He needed to rid himself of any doubts. Much as he didn't want to do this, he knew had to. He had a debt to still pay.
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Breathing deeply, he lifted his head and strained his ears for any sound. So far, all was quiet. He still had time.
He wished he could have one more conversation before it was over. He still wasn't sure where and who he was supposed to go to. And he knew, he knew desperately that there would not be much time.
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Taking one last look around, he knew he would miss it, however much he dreaded to admit it. There was no chance of ever returning here. He was certain he would be long dead before this was over. He sighed. Was it really worth it? Not for his sake, surely. But, for once, he was considering the sake's of others. Though it would never seem so to them, he knew that this would eventually pay off in their favour.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Suddenly, chaos erupted from outside. His eyes widened, and a sense of reality fell over him. And so it began…He sat still, eyes closed, just waiting for the inevitable to finally come.
I've become so tired so much more aware, I'm becoming this
A short half hour later, his door burst open. Without a word, or another thought, he whipped out his wand and cast a simple stunning spell. He couldn't bring himself to do anything more severe. Not now.
All I want to do is be more like me and be less like you
Before he knew it, he was there, armed and ready. Voices were speaking, loudly, but he couldn't care less. He felt cold, indifferent. He had passed so far through his emotions, he wondered if he would ever feel anything ever again. Yet still, he hesitated. He was not evil, despite how everyone seemed to believe. And, to see the man in front of him so weak, so helpless looking – he had to remind himself it was only an act. He swallowed shakily. At least, he hoped it was.
Raising his wand slowly, he pointed it directly at the weakened man before him.
"Avada Kedavra."
Snape watched slowly as the Headmaster flew backwards out the window, disappearing from view. His dark eyes hardened, and his grip on his wand suddenly became tighter. But no emotions flurried in his stomach, no tears pounded on the back of his eyes. He had done the one thing he had never thought he could possibly do. And he just couldn't care anymore. He was over.
I've
become
so
numb