He tossed and turned in his bed, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. He panted as his eyes clenched closed. He arched his back and screamed before opening his eyes and shooting upward. He panted hard and felt warm, salty tears flowing down his cheeks. He was broken.
Unable to be repaired.
He pulled his legs to his chest, his bleach blonde hair falling into his grey-green eyes. He cried softly as he closed his eyes, but then opened them. Every single time he closed his eyes, all he saw was himself being tortured by Voldemort. He wiped his tears and looked at his nightstand. A small, sharp piece of silver sat there, untouched. He reached over and grabbed it, his hands shaking hard as he pulled it to his arm. He breathed heavily as he dragged the thin, sharp piece of silver across his arm, crimson red liquid slowly flowing from his flesh. He hissed and pulled the razor back before sliding it across his arm a few more times. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.
Tears fell down his pale cheeks as he stopped. He picked himself up from his bed and carried himself to his bathroom and over to his sink. He wiped his tears and washed the blood off his arm, hissing as the cold water hit his fresh cuts. He sighed when the pain was numbed away and he ran the cold water over his bloody razor. He wrapped his arm up in bandages and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were dull and red from crying. His cheeks were flushed from blood loss. His blonde hair was in his eyes and sweat was plastered against his forehead. He wiped that sweat off his head and sighed.
"When will this torture ever end?!"
His voice was loud and shaky as he screamed at himself, grabbing the closest thing to himself, which was his hairbrush and threw it at the mirror, shattering it into thousands of pieces. He panted and fell to the ground, crying hard as he didn't care if he was heard through the entire house.
Draco Malfoy was broken.