(A/N: Nothing belongs to me. WAHHHH. All the money goes to JKR. But hey, at
least I can make one
of her chracters miserable! ^.^ )
My father abused me. Both physiaclly and verbally. The scars, marks, and burns still pain me. His words still taunted me. I believed him.
Oh how I now want to kill myself for doing that. I take it as an insult when people call me the little Death Eater. I am prejudice, selfish and everything in between. But I tell you what I am not. I am not my father.
How hard I tried to escape him. Countless times have I ran away from the manor. But he is there always there. And his companion Mr. Whip:
I was 7 and I couldn't take it any more. 4 more years left till freedom in Hogwarts but I just couldn't. I had to get away. I needed to be free.
"What are you doing boy!?!?!" roared father .He had caught me running away again to the forest. He shoved me to the ground and the twigs and and dead leaves pricked my stomach.
Pulling up my shirt from the ground, he said holding up the whip,"Meet Mr. Whip."
I screamed and I wailed. Each slap he shouted above my sceaming,"Meet- mis-ter-whip-mis-ter-whip-says-hi-"
Sometimes Mr. Whip wasn't enough. No, there were curses and burns. He would use the Imperius and Cruciatus curse twice as much he used Mr. Whip. Occasionally he would burn me with an iron as well. All this and mother didn't know. That was why he would always hurt me around the abdomen.
Soon I began to build walls around me. I became numb and emotionless. Father's stirkes no longer hurt. They hurt, but I never felt it. Same as I never felt love.
Seeing that I would not cry or wail, he threatened th Avada Kadvara Curse on me. And he did. No, Potter wasn't the only one who survived the curse. I have survived that and much more. Of course I lay unconcious for a while but I still lived.
That was why I despised everyone. They think I lived 'The Life' but they don't know anything. Potter and his friends. Especially them. Everyone loved them because the were 'good' never me or the other Slytherins. I am a person too. Must I have to save someone just to be noticed?
I am noticed but by someone they don't know, who is not me. The truth is that I am jealous of Potter he has something that I longed above everything else. Love, friendship. Crabbe and Goyle, they only stayed with me for my last name. Never my first.
I thought suicide was the way, but that only showed how much of a coward I really was. I was too afraid to live.
But no, I won't stand for it any longer. I am going to live. I am going to live my name.
I am Draco Malfoy.
My father abused me. Both physiaclly and verbally. The scars, marks, and burns still pain me. His words still taunted me. I believed him.
Oh how I now want to kill myself for doing that. I take it as an insult when people call me the little Death Eater. I am prejudice, selfish and everything in between. But I tell you what I am not. I am not my father.
How hard I tried to escape him. Countless times have I ran away from the manor. But he is there always there. And his companion Mr. Whip:
I was 7 and I couldn't take it any more. 4 more years left till freedom in Hogwarts but I just couldn't. I had to get away. I needed to be free.
"What are you doing boy!?!?!" roared father .He had caught me running away again to the forest. He shoved me to the ground and the twigs and and dead leaves pricked my stomach.
Pulling up my shirt from the ground, he said holding up the whip,"Meet Mr. Whip."
I screamed and I wailed. Each slap he shouted above my sceaming,"Meet- mis-ter-whip-mis-ter-whip-says-hi-"
Sometimes Mr. Whip wasn't enough. No, there were curses and burns. He would use the Imperius and Cruciatus curse twice as much he used Mr. Whip. Occasionally he would burn me with an iron as well. All this and mother didn't know. That was why he would always hurt me around the abdomen.
Soon I began to build walls around me. I became numb and emotionless. Father's stirkes no longer hurt. They hurt, but I never felt it. Same as I never felt love.
Seeing that I would not cry or wail, he threatened th Avada Kadvara Curse on me. And he did. No, Potter wasn't the only one who survived the curse. I have survived that and much more. Of course I lay unconcious for a while but I still lived.
That was why I despised everyone. They think I lived 'The Life' but they don't know anything. Potter and his friends. Especially them. Everyone loved them because the were 'good' never me or the other Slytherins. I am a person too. Must I have to save someone just to be noticed?
I am noticed but by someone they don't know, who is not me. The truth is that I am jealous of Potter he has something that I longed above everything else. Love, friendship. Crabbe and Goyle, they only stayed with me for my last name. Never my first.
I thought suicide was the way, but that only showed how much of a coward I really was. I was too afraid to live.
But no, I won't stand for it any longer. I am going to live. I am going to live my name.
I am Draco Malfoy.