Written for mew-tsubaki's quote challenge! Enjoy!
"Sometimes I wonder if life is really worth it, then I look at your smile and I know it is."
Things in regualar italics, not bolded, are the thoughts.
He sat at the Slytherin table, depression eating at his stomach. The mark on his left arm still stung from the night before, and the pain was almost unbearable. The dark lord looked him straight in the eye that night, and trusted him. He trusted him to follow his orders and serve him well. Draco looked down at the silver knife settled on his plate. An image came to his mind.
The blade pressed harshly agaisnt my skin, and the blood slowley rushed out onto my robes. Everything I had wished for as a kid didn't exist anymore, so why live for it?
He shook his head, clearing the images out of his mind. The thoughts had come to him to many times, as if he didn't have a family and friends to live for. Though of course, his parents treated him with no love, for he was already a boy of sixteen, and his "friends" are terrified of him. He heard a fork drop to the floor, and another image came.
The ends of the fork grazed my skin feircly, sending for straight lines of blood down my arm. Tears fell from eyes, staining the table cloth with both blood and tears.
He shook his head violenty again, refusing to let the temptation take him. He caught sight of the Gryffindor girl, the one with the bright red hair. She sent a warm, shy smile his way, a blush creeping to her cheeks. He turned away quickly, feel his own heart slow down a bit. He caught sight of another knife, yet he only thought about using it to cut his chicken, a small smile making its way to his lips.
Thank you for reading! I think this one was cute, I guess.