He lay there, crying. His eyes turning a violent red. He hurt. All that he knew was a lie. He had no friends, his parents didn't love him. Love. What is it anyway. Another meaningless word only used to salvage something. A single bead of thick blood fell from Dracos' arm. As he lay there, he wondered what it would've felt like to be loved. He always imagined what it would feel like. To caress someone. To hold someone so close as if to never let them go, not being able to bare the thought of losing them. But, it'd come to this. As he cut another long slit down his arm, he wished all the agony, all the pain would leave him. Hopefully dieing peacefully.
Alone.
Thats all he knew. Being alone. He cut yet another slit down his long pale arm, blood now practically flowing from it. He started to fell cold yet euphoric in a sense. The paleness of the room began to turn different colors. Warm ones, ones he'd never had the pleasure of feeling. The warmth and happiness vibrating from each and everyone. He watched the colors as if he were a little boy again, watching the toys that'd been on display during christmas time. Bud he wasnt a little boy anymore, he was 17 and a breath away from dieing. He glanced at the dancing colors one last time before closing his eyes...forever.
A hallway away, Ron and Harry had been walking towards the Gryiffindor dormitory. They were both very tired considering they were coming from the first Quidditch match of the year.
"I'm so bloody furious, I can't believe we lost to Ravenclay", Harry bellowed. "I know, I know, Harry you've said that about 800 times, its only the 1st game of the year. We still have more then enough time to win the cup. Please, just drop it.", Ron said through gritted teeth after tired of hearing the same thing. Sure he was upset, I mean come on, its Ravenclaw but like he said, "It's only the 1st game of the yr." "Oh be quiet, one of the main reasons we lost was because of you. You could've blocked so many goals, but NO you were too busy being scared", Harry said after storming off.
Ron couldn't believe what he'd just heard. How could Harry, his best pal treat him with such crudeness, such heartlessness. It made him think of Malfoy. Who, since his first year there had never once missed an oppurtunity to tease him on how raggedy he looked, or how stupid he was. His best friend was turning on him. He begain to think about what would happen if they stopped being friends. He really didnt have anyone. His family usually overlooked him. He wasnt really the smartest nor the cutest, at least thats what he thought. He wasnt the youngest. So what did he have going for him? Nonthing. Hermione and him werent getting along, they had had too many mixed views. What was the point of trying to make something work when you never saw eye to eye.
"Stop!", Ron screamed aloud. "Why am I thinking about this, just be quiet and forget about Harry. I'll Just let him cool off". Ron realized he couldnt really go tot he Gryiffindor common room because Harry would be there, and he certainly didnt want Harry glaring at him. He'd already felt shitty enough. But where could he go? "Ah, the Prefects Bathroom", he whispered to himself. He remembered he'd had a private bathroom, well one he shared with the other prefect boys. But what were the chances of them being there beit so late. Ron finally decided to head towards the bathroom. He could already feel that fresh cool water running all over his body releasing him of this dreaded day. As he neared the bathroom he heard a low moan, not much like from pleasure but from pain. He cursed under his breath because he really didnt feel like dealing with anyone right now. He did really want that shower though! "What the Hell"! He said as he began to open the door.
As soon as he walked in though, all the feelings of the day left him, the fight before with Harry, the Quidditch Match, all gone after he saw an unconsious Malfoy sitting on the floor leaning against the wall with a pool of blood surrounding him. "Oh my God", Ron tried to say but nothing came out. He quickly ran towards Malfoy to check his pulse. He could hear a faint tap really rather than a beat. He tried shaking him but no reaction. "Malfoy, Malfoy, wake up, please...if you can hear me, HOLD ON, I'm getting Madam Pomfrey", Ron said hesitantly as he stood up. "It'll be ok, I'll be right back". But as soon as he reached the door he heard him. "Wait!", Malfoy tried to shout bt only a faint whisper could be heard.
"Don't go!"
