Summary: Draco has come across a predicament. How will he solve it, and who will help him?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story. They belong to the ever so talented J.K Rowling.
Warning: Angst, cutting and other nasties like that. Do not read if you are easily persuaded. SLASH yay!! And a bit of swearing.
Chapter 1: Stupid.
Draco sat on his bed with the curtains drawn, crying silently. He hated this. He always broke down into these crying fits and nothing ever triggered them.
"Crying is weak Draco." He heard his father's voice in his head. It was true. Crying was weak. He had to stop.
Then he remembered something his best friend Theodore had confessed to him.
"It was so stupid. I shouldn't have done it. It was stupid. I cut myself!"
Maybe that would stop it. He had to do something. Draco rummaged around in his bag for something sharp. When he felt something prick his finger, he grabbed it. It was his compass.
He rolled up his pants leg all the way to his thigh. With one last sniffle, Draco pressed the compass into his leg. When he saw a small bead of blood he dragged it across his leg for a good three centimetres.
As Draco watched the blood trickle down his leg, the seriousness and stupidity of what he had done hit him.
" I won't do that again. That was stupid"
It had worked. Draco hadn't cried in weeks. But after those few weeks, it happened again and he did it again.
Draco shrugged it off. He wasn't trying to commit suicide or anything. It wasn't that bad.
But one Tuesday, it happened again. Draco felt that oh-so familiar feeling that told him that if he wanted to keep any of his dignity, he'd better run. He looked over at his Arithmacy teacher, who had his back to the class.
As quietly and quickly as he could, Draco packed up his things and crept out of the classroom. When he was out, he piss- bolted for the boys' toilets.
As soon as he was in one of the stalls, he broke down. He franticly searched for his compass.
When he found it, he held his breath to calm down enough to stop shaking.
This time, instead of just cutting, he scratched his way to blood. This hurt much more and therefore was a much better way to do it, in Draco's opinion.
Ten minutes later, Draco came out of the boys' toilets completely composed and wearing his Slytherin mask once again.
Draco didn't have the strength to stop. He knew this. He needed help. It was time to tell someone. But it had to be someone he trusted.
As he walked back to the dungeons, Draco thought about the person he trusted the most. He was unsure of who it was. That was, until he saw him.
This won't be easy!!
Hey there. I know this is a short chapter, but I didn't want to go gung-ho into it and have no story to tell in future chapters.
This is my first fic so any reviews will be appreciated and I will personally thank anyone that reviews.
Draco: Hell of a cliff hanger. ::sarcasm::
Pathetic-me: Shut up! I'm trying!
Harry: It's me isn't it?!
Pathetic-me: Great! Now everyone knows!
Draco: It was pretty obvious!
Harry: Yeah!
Pathetic-me: I love you guys but right now I don't like you!