Okay, this is different to what I normally write; I had a lot of emotional stress then. Please, R&R and tell me whether I should write another chapter and develop the story with the romance.
That day... He hadn't meant anything he had said. He hadn't meant the things he had done. He regretted being so angry and so stupid. He regretted his life and all that he had done. His thoughts had overcome him and he decided to drink to make him stop thinking. He had tried. He really had. Then his mother came in and took the bottle away from him. He shouted and swore at her. He pushed her out of his way as he left his room. He punched his father when he tried to stop him getting in his car. He got behind the wheel and began to drive. He had no idea where he was going or what would happen he had no plans and nobody would make any for him, from now on he would be the master of his own destiny. He smiled slightly, catching sight of himself in the rear view mirror; he looked different, older somehow than his twenty years. His face showed nothing, a crooked smile a drunken façade. His eyes, however told a different story, he had pain, anxious worry, stress, love, hate but a fierce longing rush that came with finally breaking free. He sped up the car; whatever he was doing, wherever he was going he would get there fast. A seed of worry crept in, allowing doubt to seep through, what would happen next? What would he do? NO he firmly thought to himself, no help, no plans and definitely no future. He sped up again. He was losing control. His last thought before he swerved off the road and into a tree was that all he had left in his world was his name, his surviving legacy; Draco Malfoy.
A/N: I wrote this a while ago, and I was looking for something to add to my Fanfiction because I haven't added for a while, I discovered this, added to it. But, still it's kind of melodramatic, hopefully, it will get better.