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Perfection. What does that word mean? Is it me? Or is it just their perception of me? Why can't they just look beyond the handsome face, the cold gray eyes, and the cruel remarks? Why is it that those things are all everyone sees other than my obvious wealth? If only one person would try I might let them beyond my icy wall. Or is it I've been hidden beyond this mask for so long there is nothing left of the child I was before? Could that possibly it? Could that be the reason why no one bothers to help me and the reason why father's beatings don't hurt anymore? Could that be why I feel nothing when mother cries because father won't stop? I wonder....
I suppose that I'm just dead inside from all the years of having no feelings other than hate and malice. That's probably why I felt no remorse when I murdered my dog. It actually gave me a sort of pleasure. A feeling of excitement if you will as I watched him slowly die. After that I murdered my first person. A stupid little Hufflepuff. I couldn't believe the thrill I got from that. It gave me even more pleasure to watch that Parkinson bitch turn blue. But off of that subject. Don't get me wrong I love murder and all but I'm not obsessed - or am I? I'm not sure of anything anymore. There's only one thing I'm sure of. It's my name. The name that has forever cursed me. The name that is equal to eternal torture in my opinion. The name Malfoy. More precisely Draco Malfoy.
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A/N: I got bored what can I say? Similiar to "Desire for Death" except he doesn't want to die. He prefers to murder in this one. Please r/r! I'm working on my latest chapter of "Forbidden Love" now so if you want that one I suggest you review!
Perfection. What does that word mean? Is it me? Or is it just their perception of me? Why can't they just look beyond the handsome face, the cold gray eyes, and the cruel remarks? Why is it that those things are all everyone sees other than my obvious wealth? If only one person would try I might let them beyond my icy wall. Or is it I've been hidden beyond this mask for so long there is nothing left of the child I was before? Could that possibly it? Could that be the reason why no one bothers to help me and the reason why father's beatings don't hurt anymore? Could that be why I feel nothing when mother cries because father won't stop? I wonder....
I suppose that I'm just dead inside from all the years of having no feelings other than hate and malice. That's probably why I felt no remorse when I murdered my dog. It actually gave me a sort of pleasure. A feeling of excitement if you will as I watched him slowly die. After that I murdered my first person. A stupid little Hufflepuff. I couldn't believe the thrill I got from that. It gave me even more pleasure to watch that Parkinson bitch turn blue. But off of that subject. Don't get me wrong I love murder and all but I'm not obsessed - or am I? I'm not sure of anything anymore. There's only one thing I'm sure of. It's my name. The name that has forever cursed me. The name that is equal to eternal torture in my opinion. The name Malfoy. More precisely Draco Malfoy.
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A/N: I got bored what can I say? Similiar to "Desire for Death" except he doesn't want to die. He prefers to murder in this one. Please r/r! I'm working on my latest chapter of "Forbidden Love" now so if you want that one I suggest you review!
