A/N if you don't notice, I wasn't in the happiest of moods when I wrote this.

Disclaimer: I own none of this. The song is Dead As Yesterday by Black Label Society/Zakk Wylde. It's a pretty good song, when you're not in the happiest of moods. The rest, though not mentioned directly, belongs to one Miss Joan Kathleen Rowling.

My eyes sting with unshed tears.

I don't know how long I've been sitting out here, in the rain.

It seems the rain is the only thing that can dull the pain.

She's sitting next me, trying to persuade me to talk about it.

I won't.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do without him.

It'll leave you with nothin' to say
Lost without a way
Ain't it funny child
Love sometimes leaves you
As dead as yesterday

He told me he wouldn't leave me. He promised.

I believed him; that was my first mistake.

He's been ripped away from me, and I can't get him back.

I've lost my best friend, my life, my light. My love.

Hoping to hold a handful of sunshine
Like a child told it cannot play
Never ever figured Lord love would leave me feeling
As dead as yesterday

Growing up the way I did, I never really believed in any kind of God.

But he changed that. He loved me as much as I loved him, possibly even more.

Some kind of higher power has to exist for that to be possible.

But can He help me now? Can he provide shelter from the pain?

Can he help me heal?

O Lord, could you help me find some shelter?
O Lord, could you help me find some shelter?

I hate you. You lied to me.

You promised you would always be with me, but where are you now?

You're gone. You let him kill you. To save the world, you said.

But what about me? You were my world. You still are, even though you're gone.

I feel… empty. Not like there's a hole inside me, because it's more than that.

My soul was ripped out when he took you from me.

I feel dead.

It'll leave you feeling hollow & helpless
And there is where you'll stay
Ain't it funny child love sometimes leaves you
As dead as yesterday

The blade is cold as I draw it across my skin.

Crimson liquid rushes out, but it's not enough.

Crisscrossing patterns appear on my arm, matching those he left in my torso.

The light is fading, and I finally feel free.

I can be with you again.

I love you.

A/N I was in a bad mood when I wrote this, so I realize it's not the best thing I've ever written. If you didn't figure it out, it's Draco after Harry's been killed while taking out Voldemort. Review, constructive critism welcome, please no flames though. I love you guys 33