The final battle has begun, and a young Draco has a choice to make. Fight or give up.
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Let Go
I'm scared.
we're all scared.
If you're not scared, you're not paying attention.
So what makes me so special?
The blood running through my veins?
What makes it so pure anyway?
Everyone bleeds red.
Does that not make us all pure? Human?
Bleeding alone makes us human.
The truth is, I'm not special at all.
I'm just like everyone else.
We all had to pick sides.
I just happened to be forced into the wrong one.
I couldn't fight it.
Did that make me weak? Hell no.
It made me stronger.
I saw things people could only dream of.
Kidnapping. Rape, Torture. Murder.
I've witnessed it all.
Their screams still ring in my ears.
Their tears still sting my eyes.
And the blood.
The blood has become a permanent tattoo.
They have the most sadistic ways.
And I have become a subject to that torture.
We are all just trying to survive.
To stay with those we love.
But we won't.
We all stray at some point.
Especially if our lived depend on it.
Your life is most important.
You'd betray anyone to keep it.
To stop suffering.
What we don't realize is that the pain will never go away.
We've suffered our whole lives.
We've become accustomed to it.
But today I'm walking away.
I'm making up my own mind.
Picking my own side.
Betraying everything I know.
Deciding my own fate.
Death.
Its not so bad.
Everyone has an end.
And this is mine.
I didn't give up.
I let go.
