Chapter 2

wake up, brush teeth, drink water, ignore him, make him angry, suffer the consequences, go to class, make him angry again, suffer again, try and eat, spit it out, leave dinning hall, go to more class, make him more angry, suffer more, go to bed, repeat.

for three months, a handful of food going into me, and solitude. no one wanted to talk anyways, not like i would even make much sense, i don't think I've spoken to anyone real in this time. just arguments with myself it appears.

i was walking to class my hair a mess and in my face, growing down to my shoulders from lack of grooming. i stared at the floor, not speaking, not watching, not even thinking, just... listening.

"the library!" he ordered me.

"shut up..." i muttered, before i crashed into someone.

"hey!" he shouted, of course it was him, Potter." i grabbed my things from off the floor and continued on without a word.

"hey! wait!" he called after me, his friends protests audible.

he came up.

"are you alright? no, 'watch where your going Potter' no, 'i'll need to wash my robs now' not even a 'my father will hear about this?'" he joked, trying to get a rise out of me, i didn't have the energy for it, like i said, survival mode.

"hey... Draco?" he asked.

"kill... him..." Voldemort urged. something took over, i began twitching my fingers uncontrollably, my eyes looked over to him against my will. my hand grasped my wand, before...

i ran.

as fast and far as i could, getting away from him, from both of them. though i could leave Potter behind, there's no escaping the voice. the voice that's always there, that never leaves me alone, that takes control, and scratches marks all over my skin, before i ever see it.

i got to the slytherin common room, it was empty. i fell to the floor and i felt it, the scratching at my arms and legs, the pain, as i tried to rub off the invisible claws, it wen't deeper. for some reason blood never left my wounds, NEVER, probably because he knew that people would notice, if not students, the washing elves.

it stopped after about ten minutes of the clawing. i felt my mind clear for a moment, i got a thought process going for once... Potter, i need to talk to him. Now