If any of you read my other story that I posted, you noticed that it was messed up. Sorry about that. I wrote this one during Algebra 2 today. It wasn't meant to be for Harry Potter but I'm posting it anyway.
Summary: Draco thinks an some things.
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The world is a dark, dark place. This is something that I've learned a long time ago. The people are cruel and selfish. No one cares for anyone except for themselves. Of course, I had to learn that the hard way. I was once a loving and caring person. But my heart was treated like something dirty, something filthy. But no one will ever get into my heart, or anywhere close, again. No one will ever hurt me again. My heart was turned into ice and is now unbreakable.
I observe the people around me. They're all laughing and having fun. Fun. Does that even exist? Are those people really happy? Or are they just pretending? I see all those smiling faces and I just want to smash something. I've been told to smile a lot. It's just something that I don't do. I don't even remember the last time that I smiled. I have no reason to. And it's a waste or energy.
Ah, it's storming. Perfect weather in my opinion. Everyone is sulking because they can't go outside. They want sun. What's the point in the sun? I hate it. It's so bright and I can't stand it. It puts me in a worse mood than I'm usually in. And that makes me pretty nasty. I prefer it to be dark and rainy. Just like my life.
I don't have friends. A true friend is something that I've never had. Sure, at one point in time, I thought I did. But I was mistaking. You see, it's not wise to trust people. Not very wise at all. Again, I had to learn that the hard way.
Why are people so loud? Can't they see? All I want is some peace and quiet. I just want to yell, LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! But that just wouldn't be me. I control myself in public. I keep to myself only speaking if I have to. I'll throw out a few insults here and there to make me look like a bad ass but other than that, I'm pretty quiet. But in private, I completely change. I let my emotions out. I'll cry, I'll scream. I take all my frustrations out on myself. So much shit piles on my shoulders during the day. So much. It takes everything I have inside me to not break down. But I have to keep up a front. No one can see me weak. I have to be strong in front of them. I have to.
The storm is over. But the rain is still coming down hard. It's beating hard against the window like it's trying to come in and get me. Or maybe it seems that way because I want out. Out. Yes. That's what I want to do. I want to get out from everything. And everyone.
I close my eyes because I feel the tears threatening to fall. I take a few deep breaths and open my eyes. I look around to make sure that no one is watching me. No one is. I turn my head to the window again and the tears fell. They are streaming down my face, strongly reminding me of the rain outside.
I took a deep breath once more and wiped off my eyes as well as my face. I turned from the window.
It's time for bed. I do what I do every night. I make a wish that I won't wake up. But I know that I will and I know that tomorrow will be the same as today. Nothing ever changes.