Um, I just wanted to say that I take the actual subject of suicide very seriously and it's not funny at all. However, there are so many clichéd "Draco or Harry tries to off himself" stories out there that I thought a little parody was in order. Again. For some reason, when it comes to Harry Potter, I can't write anything but parodies. If you like this one, go check out my other two.
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Edit: They ignored my percent sign. So I wrote in the word.
He was in so much pain. His father...no. He couldn't think about his father. That only brought more pain.
Draco ran.
I need somewhere to hide, he thought. Somewhere to…sort things out…
Draco took a moment to scan his surroundings.
Ah. Perfect.
No-one would think to look for him in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
Draco pushed open the door. It appeared that Myrtle was elsewhere. Or hiding, it didn't really matter to him.
Tears leaked out of his eyes.
He wanted it to end. The pain. The suffering. The agony.
A shiny glint of metal caught his eye.
Ah. Perfect.
He picked it up, all coherent thoughts leaving his mind.
He lowered it to his wrist.
"Ooooh you're actually going to do it!" a voice squeeled from behind him.
Draco blinked, momentarily forgetting the cool metal in his hand.
"I always knew you were the one! The one who would join poor pimply Myrtle in her afterlife…" the ghost sniffed. Draco blinked again.
"What are you going on about, Myrtle?"
"You love me and you're coming to join me! I knew you were better than that Potter boy who used me and ignored me and…"
As much as Draco's spirits lifted at being told he was better than Potter, he was very much disturbed.
"Er….love?"
"Oh you called me love! My tears from now on shall only be ones of joy…." Draco backed away slowly, and the pocketknife clattered to the floor.
"Look Myrtle, you've got it all wrong…"
"Wrong?" she asked, confused. Her lower lip began to tremble.
"I don't love you, Myrtle. You're great and all that, but um…I think I should be going…"
"GOING!" the ghost wailed. What seemed like buckets upon buckets of tears began to splash from her eyes.
"Yeah, um…you know what, I think I hear Potter down the hall I think I'll just go torment him…."
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Draco made a mad dash for the door, all thoughts of suicide completely retracted. In fact, he was 100 percent sure he would never, ever even consider the possibility for the rest of his life.
