Disclaimer: Plot's mine, but everythin' else? All Jo's. How I wish I was her.
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He sighed sadly, his heart broken yet once again. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a habit now, no longer a way of showing off. He surveyed the room around him sadly. Everything reminded him of her.
And then his eyes rested on his escape.
Checking the time, he realized it was time for lunch, but hunger could wait. Swiftly, he picked his only means of escape up, smiling as it rested comfortably in his hands. He locked the door, and pushed up his sleeve, taking off the Concealing Charm upon it. Instantly, his arms were covered in scars, some fresh, some old, all because of the thing lying so innocently in his hand.
Ah, his knife, what a beautiful thing it was. His most faithful companion. It helped numb the pain, the heartache, and he loved to see him inflict pain on himself.
That way, she couldn't.
He slowly dragged it across his arm, watching, fascinated, as dark red blood poured out slowly. He carefully carved an elaborate L, then, on the other arm, an E.
A haunted grin spread across his features, hazel eyes glinting with madness. He put up a wonderful façade, the best really. Acting lessons had really paid off.
He pretended to be so carefree and happy, when in reality, he was burdened. He scowled when he saw the time. He would have to go to Charms now. His hand gave a jolt when he realized it was her favorite class. She was the one who had driven him to cutting.
It started out very innocently. Just a tiny scratch. But, then he got addicted to the feeling of pain. He decided he could skip class today, and resumed cutting her initials, over and over, grinning madly all the while.
After finishing he carefully cast a strong concealing charm.
Then, he neatly wrapped up his knife, and muttered quietly, "Don't worry my friend, I'll be back."
He briskly walked out the door, but then bumped into her and got his heart broken all over again. After she left, he raced back to his Head Boy rooms, and pulled out his escape again.
But this time, he didn't bother to lock the door, and cut his wrists deeply, right where the vein was.
And as he died, he carefully wrote a phrase on the beige carpet with his blood.
When they discovered his body, they also found something written, on the carpet, presumably with his blood, as it was red. It said 'Thank you, Lily Evans, for driving me to insanity'.
There is a rumor of what happened next, and they say that Lily was driven mad, and killed herself the same was James killed himself.
Only this time, the blood read 'You're welcome'.
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A/N: Well, I've been in an angsty mood, haven't I? Well, if you haven't noticed already, it's AU, cuz... Lily and James don't die till later. Yes, it's way overdramatic, but these kinda things just come from nowhere.
