I literally haven't written a fanfiction for years! But I decided to give this a try. I miss writing a lot C: So anyways I hope you like it. The title is from a Hollywood Undead song. That band inspires me allooooot. I hope it's not too riddled with grammar issues and misspelled words. Anyways, without Further a do I give yoouuu
Chapter One.
They were fighting again.
Rain fell in thick sheets, cascading over the valley with the intensity of a rushing waterfall. It filled the rivers, it grated against rooftops only to slid down storm drains and end up soaking itself into the brown earth.
He watched as this the scene took place, enthralled by the power of the rain as it engulfed everything. The world around him was swallowed by the roar or the pounding rain, and transformed into a misty, grey fog. He let it wash over him, as if somehow, by the power of some supernatural force, it would wash away these feelings of hurt.
They were arguing about him for what seemed like the millionth time. He'd come in second again, out-ranked by that same girl that made him so angry. One parent was hardly fazed, telling him knowingly that he still had plenty of time to get his grades up and surpass expectations. The other was outraged that he had been outranked by one with blood of less purity than his own. So they shouted at each other. The yelled so loud he felt like he couldn't escape it no matter how much distance he put between himself and them. He'd escaped to his room and laid upon his bed, staring at the ceiling. But that didn't drown out the sound. The only thing that washed away those angry words, was the freezing cold rain pouring over him.
He hated when they argued about him. It was worse than them taking it out on him. He'd rather they yell at him, then themselves. It hurt to know that he was the thing causing problems in his parents' marriage. It made him wonder if they'd be happier if he was gone…but were they ever really happy together? That fought so much nowadays, it was unbelievable why someone would choose to be with a person that made them so angry. I suppose I'll never understand love. No, he didn't want to. It seemed like a waste of time…and effort.
He hadn't walked very far, but the rain made the Manor behind him disappear. He felt like he was in the middle of nowhere, while in reality he wasn't far from home at all. Feeling like he needed to escape, he trudged forward. He was beginning to feel the effects of the cold rain. He was soaked to the bone, feeling like his blood was being replaced with ice. And yet, he liked the rain. If anything the cold feeling was making him numb. Numb to the pain his parents were causing.
They were selfish, he thought. Selfish for using their son to take out their frustration with each other. Neglectful, Annoying, Ungrateful, Unappreciative…Unloving. There were many more words he could use to describe them. He found it hard to love people like this. But then again he couldn't recall anyone he truly loved. Even saying he loved himself was a stretch, but it was much more realistic than saying he loved his family. They were always wrapped up in their own problems. Did they ever ask him how he felt, maybe if he was upset?
He kicked angrily at a pebble in front of him and watched it splash into a rain puddle. No. They never asked. Nor did his classmates, his "friends" his teachers...did no one want to know? Maybe they were afraid of what they would find out. That thought made him smirk a little bit.
He looked up at the sky, it felt like staring into a black abyss. He hated being home. It didn't feel like home anymore. There was so much tension here. Like a bomb ready to explode at any minute.
Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he smiled, a sad, almost pitiful smile, but a smile nonetheless. He took off running, loving the rush of the icy rain stinging at his skin. It was an exhilarating feeling, being both cold and hot at the same time. He remembered when he was younger, his mother hated him being out in the rain. She would run outside, wrap him in her arms, and scold him as she hurried back inside. He would wonder outside constantly when he was little, just so she would come immediately and hold him. He felt like he could at least depend on her for that. But where was she now?
His father had forbidden him to go outside when it rained. He was afraid he would get sick, and thus be unable to do his schoolwork. But he loved the rain. Perhaps it was its forbiddenness that made it so exhilarating.
Running felt strange. He could barely see what was in front of him and he felt like he was going nowhere. Oh how his parents would scold him if they knew he was out here! He wondered if they even noticed if he was gone. His skin was a ghastly white color. Obviously his body did not appreciate the rain as much as his mind did. But he kept running.
Then, he suddenly felt his legs giving way from underneath him and he went crashing forward. SLAM. The breath was knocked out of him as he hit the muddy earth. The impact made his heart skip a beat. Mud splattered across his face and stained his clothes. His mother would not be happy when she saw his nice robes ruined. He couldn't get up. So he didn't. Crouched over, he sobbed. Tears of frustration, anger, and hurt slid down his face, mixing with the rain.
He had no idea how long he remained there, lost in a world drowned out by the rain. He felt so cold, and sick. Sick of everything. He wanted to go home, but his legs felt like jello and he couldn't muster the strength needed to pull himself up. He would rather wallow, knee deep in his own self-loathing.
The entire world around him felt cold. It was so cold…
He looked up to see a black figure slowly coming towards him. The rain made it impossible to make out any details, but it looked as if someone was walking up to him. Perhaps it was his mother or father? He almost smiled at that thought. Was he wrong, did they care more than he realized? In his eyes, a spark of hope was ignited.
The black figure loomed over him. He wanted to reach out, and be pulled away from this cold, nightmare. Mother…
"Mr. Malfoy," spoke as voice that was not at all like his mothers," What on earth as you doing out here?"
His heart sank.
I'm sure many of us have heard our parents fighting over something about us before whether it be bad grades, you getting in trouble, etc, I know it hurts. I guess that kinda gave me an idea for the beginning. Im new to writing this fandom so I know its shakey. I promise to not write Draco like a whiny girl next time. I did however, imagine him only thinking of himself in a time like this. I found the way I wrote him to be kinda emo-ish but selfish at the same time. Like "oh woe is me" when really its not that bad. Perhaps over dramatic is how I should put it? He's complicated to write. Anyways I would love it if you reviewed. Thataway I would know if you people were interested in reading more. Thank you 333