Title: Countdown
Summary: He waited. He waited and he counted the days.
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Author's Note: So busy these days but I still find time to write. I like this little drabble because it reminds me of myself. Please read and enjoy and review.
He waited. He waited and he counted the days.
It began when he was twelve. His father and he had gotten into a fight and he was in a bad way. He felt like with all the frustration building up he would do something drastic...too drastic, too...final. Instead, he put down the knife he had picked up and found a calender.
2756 days is what he came up with. A little more than five and a half years. In two thousand seven hundred fifty-six days he would be free. Free of his father, free of the pressure...free to live his life the way he wanted.
But that was years ago. The days had passed and he was coming down the home stretch. Eleven days until he was free. He grinned a desperate smile and whispered to himself, " Eleven days...eleven goddamn days."
It had been hard at times to just keep going, to keep counting down, but he managed. He couldn't remember how many times he planned on running away, how many times he cried himself to sleep chanting the number of days like a prayer, how many times he thought of suicide, how many times he had actually attempted to take his own life.
It was a blur, a big disturbing, despairing blur, but he was so close to freedom now nothing could touch him. Nothing seemed to bother him anymore: not his house mates, not Weasley or Potter, not even his father. He was on the final countdown and no one and nothing was going to stand in his way. In eleven days he was getting the hell out of here and he was never coming back.
Draco waited. He waited and he counted the days.