A/N ok hey peeps this is my first story to please be kind bows down. Well
also please review!!!. thanks well enjoy. Oh yeah I'm not the best at
these types of story's but I thought what the hell.
Chapter 1 Depressed and holding on
Harry looked solemnly at the knife he held tightly in his hand. Regret slow found his way slowly into his eyes, but now he knew that there was no turning back. Tightly gripping it he slowly dragged it down horizontally cutting slowly but surely across his wrist. Blood slowly trailed along the incision showing clearly against his pale almost white skin.
The emerald green eyes on the boy, though slightly clouded, seemed to become mesmerized at this sight. But from the second the blood trailed its path along down his arm relief flooded into his eyes. He knew that he deserved the pain brought down from the cut and along with that he welcomed it as well.
As well as this he also knew that it wasn't cut deep enough to be a fatal wound, no, he couldn't have that the poor precious savior. He really could care less about them though, the simple fact that he didn't go all the way was because if he did do the unthinkable he'd just show Voldemort that he won. This seemed to be the only feeling that he still possessed anger and the need for revenge. Voldemort killed his parents, killed Cedric, why let Voldemort think that he killed him too.
He knew that his friends now hated them, knew that the wanted anything to do with him.
Earlier that summer he prescribed to the Daily Prophet so he could keep up with the news on the return of Voldemort, but a few weeks ago he read an article about him. He had gotten use to the fact that all they wrote about was how mad he was, how he'd turn to the dark, how he had killed Cedric. No, these he was use to but in the latest one there had been interviews with Hogwarts students. What really surprised him though was that they had comment from Ron and Hermione. Both who clearly stated that they hated him. Saying things like he always almost got them killed.
The things that they said really hurt him he thought that he could actually trust them. For a moment a tear had appeared in his eye but he quickly wiped it away and his eyes hardened. No longer were his eyes full of sadness now they only held anger and hate. He told himself over and over that he would make it through this.
He asked him self why the world seemed to hate him, with all he had been through most turning on him after the revelation that he was a parseltounge most thinking he was nothing but a criminal. Now after Cedric's death they all blamed him and really didn't try to understand.
Although he felt it down in his heart that it was truly his fault that he could have stopped it all. If only he hadn't told him to take the cup with him. Then he wouldn't be dead.
A sudden jolt from his wrist brought him back to reality most of the blood was beginning to dry so he slowly wrapped a bandage around it and laid down to what every amount of sleep that God would allow him.
A/N well there it was I'll admit it was kinda corny but hey first story remember. Don't forget to review!! .
Chapter 1 Depressed and holding on
Harry looked solemnly at the knife he held tightly in his hand. Regret slow found his way slowly into his eyes, but now he knew that there was no turning back. Tightly gripping it he slowly dragged it down horizontally cutting slowly but surely across his wrist. Blood slowly trailed along the incision showing clearly against his pale almost white skin.
The emerald green eyes on the boy, though slightly clouded, seemed to become mesmerized at this sight. But from the second the blood trailed its path along down his arm relief flooded into his eyes. He knew that he deserved the pain brought down from the cut and along with that he welcomed it as well.
As well as this he also knew that it wasn't cut deep enough to be a fatal wound, no, he couldn't have that the poor precious savior. He really could care less about them though, the simple fact that he didn't go all the way was because if he did do the unthinkable he'd just show Voldemort that he won. This seemed to be the only feeling that he still possessed anger and the need for revenge. Voldemort killed his parents, killed Cedric, why let Voldemort think that he killed him too.
He knew that his friends now hated them, knew that the wanted anything to do with him.
Earlier that summer he prescribed to the Daily Prophet so he could keep up with the news on the return of Voldemort, but a few weeks ago he read an article about him. He had gotten use to the fact that all they wrote about was how mad he was, how he'd turn to the dark, how he had killed Cedric. No, these he was use to but in the latest one there had been interviews with Hogwarts students. What really surprised him though was that they had comment from Ron and Hermione. Both who clearly stated that they hated him. Saying things like he always almost got them killed.
The things that they said really hurt him he thought that he could actually trust them. For a moment a tear had appeared in his eye but he quickly wiped it away and his eyes hardened. No longer were his eyes full of sadness now they only held anger and hate. He told himself over and over that he would make it through this.
He asked him self why the world seemed to hate him, with all he had been through most turning on him after the revelation that he was a parseltounge most thinking he was nothing but a criminal. Now after Cedric's death they all blamed him and really didn't try to understand.
Although he felt it down in his heart that it was truly his fault that he could have stopped it all. If only he hadn't told him to take the cup with him. Then he wouldn't be dead.
A sudden jolt from his wrist brought him back to reality most of the blood was beginning to dry so he slowly wrapped a bandage around it and laid down to what every amount of sleep that God would allow him.
A/N well there it was I'll admit it was kinda corny but hey first story remember. Don't forget to review!! .