Of the Angels' Grace

by RavenTempestShadowhunter

A collection of song fictions. Using songs from lots of different bands, such as Evanescence, Nightwish, and Within Temptation. I will take suggestions for songs. Rated for depressing themes. Some are AU. Thalico, maybe Percabeth in later chapters.

5. Breathe No More

I don't own Percy Jackson or Breathe No More by Evanescence.

I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.

I look into the mirror. Again. I feel like it's all I do these days. Eat, sleep, go to school, and look into the mirror. Oh, and the cutting. I can't forget the cutting. I hate it. I feel like my soul's in there. I only feel alive when I look at the mirror, at my reflection. When I can see myself. My soul.

All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.

I whirl around and smash the mirror. Has my soul escaped? Will it come back? The shards of mirror fall around me. I can't touch them, they're to sharp to put back together. And who cares? To small to matter. But it doesn't make a difference. They still cut me. They cut me into tiny pieces, to be blown away by the wind.

And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
The blood flows down my sleeve, over my hand, onto the floor. I can't stop the bleeding. I bleed, until finally the last drop leaves. And I breathe no more.

Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.

I remember a day long ago, it feels like a century. I begged him to tell me a lie. That the world would make sense again when I wasn't sick anymore, and I'd been sick for my entire life. He lied to me.

But I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
But I knew the difference. I knew he was lying. I knew the difference between me and the girl in the mirror. I almost asked him, which one did he love? But I knew. The girl in the mirror, that was me. He didn't love me. He loved this girl, this girl pretending to be me.

So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no...
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe no more.

So now I lie here, on the floor, waiting for this blood to leave me. Take this girl who looks like me to a good place, and maybe I'll find out who she is. I bleed, and I breathe no more.

For anyone who read my author's note, I found that I actually did backup a lot of my flashdrive. Which makes me very happy. So I have a few more song fictions. It's a good thing it's summer, I'm going to be working overtime trying to get a new chapter up for The Sadness Of Mistakes and writing more song fictions. Okay, now that I've told you many things that you probably didn't care about, bye.