Voices
Disclaimer: I only own the um... I guess you could call it a plot and anything you don't recognize... JKR owns everything else.
I wonder what it would feel like to slash my wrists open? I wonder if it would hurt or if I'd finally be free from this insanity I call my life? Maybe I'll never know but maybe I will. Maybe one day I'll take a knife and press it into my wrists. Then I'll drag it across my wrists making a perfect line across each. Then I'll just smile as I watch the blood pour out. Or will it gush out? Hmm. Maybe I should figure that out first. I don't want it to be too messy after all I will be wearing my best clothes the day I slash my wrists. Why would I be wearing my best clothes you ask? Well because I'll finally be free of course.
Oh god here comes that awful voice again. I want it out of my head. It's driving me insane! I used to be a good boy. Always everyone's favorite until that day. The day the voices came. It was also the day Ginny left me for him. My Ginny didn't like me telling the voices to leave me alone. She called me a psycho and said she was leaving. I don't know why she never came back. The voices aren't in her head. She seems happy with him though. I think I need to stop dwelling on the past. That never does any good. Back to slashing my wrists open.
I wonder if the voices would shut up forever it I cut my wrists open? Shut up! Stop talking to me! Damn voices. I just wish they'd go away for a while. Maybe then I could have a normal life like I used to. I used to have a job, and a kid, and a nice car, and I used to walk around in nice suits like he does. God I hate him!
He's always been the lucky one. He always had girls and money. He always looked perfect and had the best of everything too! He was always bragging about being a pureblood too. I need to stop thinking about him! Last time I thought bad thoughts about someone - well let's just say they didn't make it home again.
I wonder what blood tastes like? I asked Ginny once and she looked at me funny and moved to another chair. I wonder if things would have been different if my parents were still alive. Maybe I'd still be sitting here with Ginny or maybe I'd be Malfoy's friend. I shudder at the thought of that. But maybe I'd still be able to see my son, Cameron, if my parents were here. Maybe then the voices wouldn't have came. Then I'd be able to take Cameron to the platform this year. It's his first year at Hogwarts I believe. I've been keeping close count on the years, months, weeks, days, hours, and minutes and well you get the point.
Maybe I should just end it all now. I wonder where I put my knife...
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A/N: I don't know what possessed me to write this. After writing it I read over it and scared myself... I couldn't believe I had actually wrote something like this. Sure I wrote "Desire for Death" and the others but this is just... demented... Anyway tell me what you think of it. In other words please review!!
Disclaimer: I only own the um... I guess you could call it a plot and anything you don't recognize... JKR owns everything else.
I wonder what it would feel like to slash my wrists open? I wonder if it would hurt or if I'd finally be free from this insanity I call my life? Maybe I'll never know but maybe I will. Maybe one day I'll take a knife and press it into my wrists. Then I'll drag it across my wrists making a perfect line across each. Then I'll just smile as I watch the blood pour out. Or will it gush out? Hmm. Maybe I should figure that out first. I don't want it to be too messy after all I will be wearing my best clothes the day I slash my wrists. Why would I be wearing my best clothes you ask? Well because I'll finally be free of course.
Oh god here comes that awful voice again. I want it out of my head. It's driving me insane! I used to be a good boy. Always everyone's favorite until that day. The day the voices came. It was also the day Ginny left me for him. My Ginny didn't like me telling the voices to leave me alone. She called me a psycho and said she was leaving. I don't know why she never came back. The voices aren't in her head. She seems happy with him though. I think I need to stop dwelling on the past. That never does any good. Back to slashing my wrists open.
I wonder if the voices would shut up forever it I cut my wrists open? Shut up! Stop talking to me! Damn voices. I just wish they'd go away for a while. Maybe then I could have a normal life like I used to. I used to have a job, and a kid, and a nice car, and I used to walk around in nice suits like he does. God I hate him!
He's always been the lucky one. He always had girls and money. He always looked perfect and had the best of everything too! He was always bragging about being a pureblood too. I need to stop thinking about him! Last time I thought bad thoughts about someone - well let's just say they didn't make it home again.
I wonder what blood tastes like? I asked Ginny once and she looked at me funny and moved to another chair. I wonder if things would have been different if my parents were still alive. Maybe I'd still be sitting here with Ginny or maybe I'd be Malfoy's friend. I shudder at the thought of that. But maybe I'd still be able to see my son, Cameron, if my parents were here. Maybe then the voices wouldn't have came. Then I'd be able to take Cameron to the platform this year. It's his first year at Hogwarts I believe. I've been keeping close count on the years, months, weeks, days, hours, and minutes and well you get the point.
Maybe I should just end it all now. I wonder where I put my knife...
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A/N: I don't know what possessed me to write this. After writing it I read over it and scared myself... I couldn't believe I had actually wrote something like this. Sure I wrote "Desire for Death" and the others but this is just... demented... Anyway tell me what you think of it. In other words please review!!