Disclaimer - I still don't own anything.

I walk through the halls hoping to not pass you by. I don't want you to chew me out. I head down to the great hall and pause.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You're just exiting, leaving for your first class I suppose. You look my way and tell your friends to go on ahead. You walk towards me hoping to get that last little word in before I break down completely. It's too late for me but you still try. I'm trapped in a lie.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

You say hello as if it's a normal day. No one knows our little secret and you risk everything by talking to me in the open like this. You sense that I'm not listening. You place your hands on either side of my head just to make me pay attention. I keep thinking that you're ruining your image, though to someone passing by it might look to them that you're terrorizing me.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.

The doors to the great hall open and out comes your arch enemy. He spots us immediately and rushes over.

"LET GO OF HER MALFOY!" he yells and lashes out. You defend yourself and start yelling at him. I tune out to the yelling and sink to the floor. You continue yelling and fighting. It's pointless.

You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind

I stand up and walk forward stopping in the middle just as you throw a blind punch. I'm hit and I land on the ground. Your eyes widen and you drop next to me, ignoring the shouts of Harry. You start apologizing and trying to help me. You don't seem to care anymore about what people think, your only objective is me. You help me up hoping that I haven't been hit too hard. You start examining the cut across my cheek and Harry falls silent.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.

What has happened to you? You're a different person now. Why can't you just choose on personality and stick to it? You confuse me so much. How the hell am I supposed to keep up with you?

Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

You help me up and dust off my blouse and skirt. You seem to only be focused on me and you start towards the Hospital Wing. Harry calls after us and commands you to put me down. You don't care. You keep on walking in the direction of the Hospital Wing.

Harry runs after us. He wants to know what you're doing. You refuse and continue walking. After a moment he seems to get on your nerves and it looks like you're considering telling him off. Why do you care so much? How do you feel its right to take care of me? Now of all times, you put your entire being into making sure I'm okay. Now, when we don't exist anymore.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.

I throw all my weight to the floor and we topple over into a pile. Once set free, I run out of reach and turn to face you still lying on the ground.

"Why the hell do you PRETEND to care? Just leave me the fuck alone! Don't talk to me anymore!" Tears come forth as I try to keep you from stopping me in my final attempt at death.

You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

I run as fast as I can to the room of requirement. All it takes is a couple of good slices down the wrist following the vain. I can hear you shouting behind me. Dying from loss of love is such a sad way to go, but it has to be this way.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

My life has to end for the world to continually go on. You don't love me anymore than you need me. All you told me were lies. Tears flow from my eyes and race off of my face. I can't keep holding on to you like this. You need to stop and just let life take its horrible course.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

I arrive and wish for death. A black door appears and I slip in. Locks are set and chains are slid into place. I can hear you on the other side, banging and screaming. I walk towards the middle of the room and grab the dagger floating there.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.

I hear Harry now and my friend. I hear Tora crying. Nothing will stop me. I position the knife over the most vital of vains. I get ready to strike, then I hear something that makes me pause. I hear…

A/N - Alright! Took me a while but I was continuasly working on this. I was hyped up today and I just has to listen to Evnescence and look at pics of my Ex to get in the right mood. Depressed now but another chapter is done. 5-2-07