This story is about Draco when he is four years old. This couldn't happen
in real life because Draco wouldn't exist. I absolutely loved the movie.
Draco is SO funny! The book scene? HAHA.
He's grabbed my hair. I'm being dragged upwards. I can hardly see. I feel dizzy. My face is forced towards his. I know my mother is there but does not do anything to stop him. Alcohol reeks off his breath with every word he speaks. I can hardly hear him. The floor is wet. He must have spilled some of it there as well. He's spitting his words at me. I disappoint him. I'm not good enough. It's my fault. It's always my fault with him, even if it's not. He's the victim, I bring this on myself he says. My legs feel weak. Is he still holding me? I feel him slap me hard across the face. The power is too much, I lose my balance. My head feels light. Did he slip me something? He has before. I resist less when I'm drugged. I can feel the carpet against my face. I know he's saying something. I feel him kick me in the stomach. I can hear him walk away.
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I can't move. I can't get up. My head feels light. I try to rub my forehead with my hand but it's sticky and wet. Is that blood? He must have cut me somehow. I don't have the energy to inspect myself. I lie on the carpet. It's such an effort to move at all. I close my eyes; I mustn't let him see me cry. I hate him and her. I hate this place. This is hell. I'm in hell. I did something in another life to deserve this. I imagine being taken away. Being adopted by a loving family. One that would even like me. We'd go for trips. We'd watch the stars and I would have brothers and sister I could talk and play with. I always dreamed of flying when I was younger, but I wasn't aloud outside much, that why I'm so pale. For as long as I can remember I wanted to reach the stars. I wake myself up. 'Stop dreaming. It's never going to happen. Stop dreaming Draco. Nobody will ever love you.'
I am defeated. I don't care. I can't even let myself dream. I can feel the wetness of the floor soaking into my clothes. It's warm and sticky. I open my eyes slowly. The floor is stained. Blood red. I have to get up and clean myself off. My head feels so light. I am so tired. I need to rest.
I close my eyes and I see the stars.
He's grabbed my hair. I'm being dragged upwards. I can hardly see. I feel dizzy. My face is forced towards his. I know my mother is there but does not do anything to stop him. Alcohol reeks off his breath with every word he speaks. I can hardly hear him. The floor is wet. He must have spilled some of it there as well. He's spitting his words at me. I disappoint him. I'm not good enough. It's my fault. It's always my fault with him, even if it's not. He's the victim, I bring this on myself he says. My legs feel weak. Is he still holding me? I feel him slap me hard across the face. The power is too much, I lose my balance. My head feels light. Did he slip me something? He has before. I resist less when I'm drugged. I can feel the carpet against my face. I know he's saying something. I feel him kick me in the stomach. I can hear him walk away.
**
I can't move. I can't get up. My head feels light. I try to rub my forehead with my hand but it's sticky and wet. Is that blood? He must have cut me somehow. I don't have the energy to inspect myself. I lie on the carpet. It's such an effort to move at all. I close my eyes; I mustn't let him see me cry. I hate him and her. I hate this place. This is hell. I'm in hell. I did something in another life to deserve this. I imagine being taken away. Being adopted by a loving family. One that would even like me. We'd go for trips. We'd watch the stars and I would have brothers and sister I could talk and play with. I always dreamed of flying when I was younger, but I wasn't aloud outside much, that why I'm so pale. For as long as I can remember I wanted to reach the stars. I wake myself up. 'Stop dreaming. It's never going to happen. Stop dreaming Draco. Nobody will ever love you.'
I am defeated. I don't care. I can't even let myself dream. I can feel the wetness of the floor soaking into my clothes. It's warm and sticky. I open my eyes slowly. The floor is stained. Blood red. I have to get up and clean myself off. My head feels so light. I am so tired. I need to rest.
I close my eyes and I see the stars.