I unfortunately do not own Draco, Harry, Mudblood, Weasel, Crabbe, Goyle,
Snape, Lucius or Dumbledore, they belong to J.K. Rowling (but I will not
stop from trying to own Draco/Tom :wink wink:.)
Cut, run, pull. Physical pain feels very good. Takes away the emotional clouds in my meaningless life. Razors are by far the best thing made by man, so are ropes, the doorway away from it all.
I do think Mudblood suspects something though; she got a pretty good look in Potions this morning. Her brown eyes teared as she shot me a look of sadness. She opened her mouth to say something but Snape brought her attention to him by taking away five house points from Gryffindor.
It seemed like she checked me out a lot. I admit it; it made me feel pretty special. Really special. She tears me down more than smiles at me which usually brings me crawling to my friends' vodka and coke- not the kind you drink either.
Saint Potter's taking a look at me now. He looks scared. Suppose Mudblood told him what she saw earlier. Potter's always trying to ruin me with his stupid scare and fame but I guess I did a pretty good job of that myself. I ruined myself bad.
Dumbledore's examining me now, that old fruit. He's in shock like her never in a million years thought this could happen. Sure "headmaster", bring my father in on this, I'm sure he'd love to see his son.
Dad walked in with a big ass grin on his face. He just looked at me with at a "too bad" and walked out the door. No tears, no "I wish I could've done something", no nothing. Such a wonderful father.
They're all crying now. Even Crabbe and Goyle have joined the party. God, they're just looking at me- not even wondering how I am, not searching for substance, not taking me down. Fuck them, it doesn't bother me either way.
Weasel and Mudblood just showed up. Mudblood has a look of guilt in hr eyes, looking me head to toes. Weasel's just standing there, waiting for someone to pinch him awake from this "awful dream".
"My God," Mudblood whispers as Dumbledore motions Crabbe and Goyle to take me down. She covers up her mouth like those mothers in documentaries on the muggle tele when they find out their son's a homosexual.
Dumbledore's saying a few words. Eat it up old fruitcake, I finally gave in to the curse you always wanted. "Draco's had been a wonderful, active voice in our school." blah blah blah. He looked over me for a moment and he actually had sorrow dripping from his face.
Guess my life defeats the purpose of "Never Commit Teenage Suicide."
Cut, run, pull. Physical pain feels very good. Takes away the emotional clouds in my meaningless life. Razors are by far the best thing made by man, so are ropes, the doorway away from it all.
I do think Mudblood suspects something though; she got a pretty good look in Potions this morning. Her brown eyes teared as she shot me a look of sadness. She opened her mouth to say something but Snape brought her attention to him by taking away five house points from Gryffindor.
It seemed like she checked me out a lot. I admit it; it made me feel pretty special. Really special. She tears me down more than smiles at me which usually brings me crawling to my friends' vodka and coke- not the kind you drink either.
Saint Potter's taking a look at me now. He looks scared. Suppose Mudblood told him what she saw earlier. Potter's always trying to ruin me with his stupid scare and fame but I guess I did a pretty good job of that myself. I ruined myself bad.
Dumbledore's examining me now, that old fruit. He's in shock like her never in a million years thought this could happen. Sure "headmaster", bring my father in on this, I'm sure he'd love to see his son.
Dad walked in with a big ass grin on his face. He just looked at me with at a "too bad" and walked out the door. No tears, no "I wish I could've done something", no nothing. Such a wonderful father.
They're all crying now. Even Crabbe and Goyle have joined the party. God, they're just looking at me- not even wondering how I am, not searching for substance, not taking me down. Fuck them, it doesn't bother me either way.
Weasel and Mudblood just showed up. Mudblood has a look of guilt in hr eyes, looking me head to toes. Weasel's just standing there, waiting for someone to pinch him awake from this "awful dream".
"My God," Mudblood whispers as Dumbledore motions Crabbe and Goyle to take me down. She covers up her mouth like those mothers in documentaries on the muggle tele when they find out their son's a homosexual.
Dumbledore's saying a few words. Eat it up old fruitcake, I finally gave in to the curse you always wanted. "Draco's had been a wonderful, active voice in our school." blah blah blah. He looked over me for a moment and he actually had sorrow dripping from his face.
Guess my life defeats the purpose of "Never Commit Teenage Suicide."