(Warning: This story has a dark theme and talks about depression and suicide. Please note that if you have experience with these mental illnesses I am basing the information off of personal experience, and the traits of the characters that supposedly deal with the illness In this story. No information given in this story should be addressed as 'factual'. Everything stated or explained involving the illness should be questioned and/or considered to be incorrect unless further inspection proves otherwise. You have been warned.

If you are currently dealing with any form of issue or problem, I love you and you'll get through it.

Enjoy the story you beautiful soul!!)

"I'm glass. I may look sturdy, but I'm fragile to the touch. No matter who you are, you'll always effect me because, you can't so much as touch glass, without leaving a few fingerprints.

No-one notices you...until you're already broken. Not when there is a ball heading right towards you, but only after it's hit. After all, would you notice one window in particular out of millions, unless it was already shattered?"

I sigh and wipe away the eraser shavings, that my pencil had produced.

Looking into the distance at the reflection of the sun on the water, I see a few leaves fall into the water and float across the top. The color of the leaves remind me of his eyes. While the reflection of the water remind me of how they glow.

Upon hearing footsteps, I slam my book closed and wipe furiously at my face to hide the tears that had been there.

"Hey Draco!" Crap

"Hi Harry!" I scream, in an attemp to sound normal.

"Wait, no, what's wrong?" Asked Harry immediately backing away.

"What? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" I'm still speaking in a tone that even myself would be surprised to hear.

"You soundway too excited right now. You're aware that I know you right?"

"Careful there Potter, your sarcasm is showing." I taunt.

"Oh? So I'm Potter now? Alright! Two can play at this game..." he paused to add suspense "Malfoy."

"Alright Potter, you win." I say emphasizing 'Potter'.

"Just sit down will yah?" It was more of a demand than a request.

He plopped himself ungracefully onto the seat next to me and looked into my eyes.

"What?" I ask "Do I have something on my face? Wait no never mind, that would never happen, I'm perfect!" I laugh and look into the distance as if showing off for a camera.

"Yeah" he sighed "you are."

I look at him with a satisfied smile on my face until he broke the silence.

"Anyway..." he trailed off "what did you write today?" He reached over and grabbed at my book.

"Nothing!" I yelled pulling back.

"Sorry...I'm sorry." I apologized and handed over my book. He would see it in the end.

"Its fine." He reminded me while flipping through the pages to find the piece I had previously written.

We've been in this situation before. More than once have I gotten 'protective' and angry at him for simply asking if I was okay.

It's been like this since day one.

Years ago I had asked if we could be friends and he had said yes. I just hadn't known at the time that it was because he wanted to 'fix' me.

He explained that he originally took my hand because he felt bad. Boy did that do a number on my confidence. But he actually became my best friend. My only friend in fact, everyone else hates me. I'm okay with that though.

I look over and see his expressions change as he reads my writing of the day.

As long as I have Harry as a friend, I'll be alright. I know it.

This story originally had a Prolouge that I decided to get rid of. Instead, I'm going to (clearly) simply start the story and fix up the "prologue" until I get to the point in the story where the senerio occurs.

I don't have a schedule for uploading chapters but I guess that doesn't matter when no one reads my crap!

Anyway feel free to criticize! There are a lot of things about my writing that I feel I could be stronger with and advice or help is welcome!

Love, Blue