Hello all! I'm a bit late to the party aren't I. I've always been in and out of the Harry Potter fandom. I've been reading way too much fanfiction and I've been inspired. My two favourite character have to be Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy so this fanfic is mainly about them.
Warning this fanfic will contain abuse, depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts and eating disorders.
Draco is around 13 - 14 years old and takes place right after the Prisoner of Azkaban.
I hope you enjoy and sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer I don't own the characters.
Draco's Diary Entry
Dear Diary
Been a while since I've written an update in here. A lot has happened that's left me emotionally drained every night and not bothered to write a diary entry. I'll try and not make this entry to long.
First major event that has dominated the headlines and gossip around the school has been this prisoner escaping Azkaban that turns out to be some how related in a way to Potter. Whatever don't care.
Got injured by Hagrid's idiotic chicken. My arm is fine, hurts a bit when I lie on it but other than that it's fine. Don't mind the pain that much. It did remind me of the time when I used to cut myself, haven't done that in a while. Merlin's beard, I do miss it. Maybe getting clawed by the chicken beast was a sign that I should do it again. Can't risk anyone finding out though. Nearly got caught by Potter the last time. Bloody idiot walking into the boys bathroom making no noise and there I was, sitting on the floor behind a stall door wishing for death, cutting my wrists into oblivion. Thank Merlin he didn't hear me whimpering. He just did his business and left without a second thought at who else might be in the bathroom with him.
In all honesty the living daylights were scared out of me by someone throwing snowballs at me and dragging me in the snow. I sound like a fucking coward. I also got a wand pointed at my neck by Granger, yes I was sniffing in terror and it was genuine. Worthless weakling. And then she punched me in the face! I got punched by a girl. How pathetic do I sound? Crabbe, Goyle and I ran. They went back to the dungeon as I went to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I don't think my nose is broken which is good but at that moment, I wanted to cry.
Malfoy's don't cry.
Malfoy's don't cry.
Malfoy's don't cry!
I'm slowly breaking. The truth is that I project my own misery onto others. I don't mean to be as mean as I am but it's the facade that I have to keep up.
If my father hears about anything that has happened, I'm sure to get the worst beating of my life.
No one knows about my struggles, no one will ever know. I don't trust anyone enough to tell them. They will make fun of me, call me a waste of space. I am, I don't deserve to live. I deserve to be punished... I'm sorry
Just kill me already,
Draco Malfoy