Draco awoke with a start. These nightmares were becoming more and more common. Somehow they always involved him running but never getting anywhere, until his father stepped in front of him, and he felt like someone was hitting him and wouldn't stop. He walked into his bathroom and stood at the mirror. He couldn't stop the tears rolling down his cheeks. The scars from his father's beatings were hidden underneath his clothes but the emotional scars often showed in his attitude. No one understood how he felt about things; no one had bothered to even want to talk to him. Even at Hogwarts no one liked him, he had no real friends, and people didn't know this but it hurt him so deeply at the thought that he had no one.
For years his parents treated him like he wasn't anything, like he wasn't a person. He had never felt love, only hate. How he longed for a person to share things with and to not look upon him as if he wasn't worth the time. He tried he really did but nothing worked he often just let the tears flow from him, and every time it just felt like he was losing a part of him the he desperately needed to get rid of. The tears only helped briefly. After that he was feeling the same. Soon the school year would be starting again, and he knew it would be the same as every other year. He just wanted even one true friend that he could love and that would love him in return, he knew the way he was going it was impossible. But he also knew out there somewhere was someone, someone that would be there for him and share his feelings and dreams. Finding them would be the problem.