I don't own any of the characters here! Draco, Lucius and Narcissa belong to J.K. Rowling and WB Studios! I own the idea of this story.
*Please do not steal this poem! It belongs to my friend Dominick!*
It was an ordinary night in Malfoy Manor. Except… there were the yells by Mr. Malfoy, the cries from Mrs. Malfoy and the screams from young Master Malfoy.
*SLAP* You worthless piece of nothing!
*kick* You should be proud *smack* to be *smack* a *hit* MALFOY! (Scream) I can't *punch* believe *kick* you would *punch* LET *kick* A * FILTHY*kick* LITTLE *hit* MUDBLOOD *punch in stomach* (I gasped and screamed) get the highest *kick* grade! You *punches* shouldn't even *kicks* be here! You *hits* should be *hits me one last time* DEAD!
Oh father, I wish I was. I wish I was.
"You can leave now, boy. " He spat to me.
Yes Father.
"Don't make those mistakes again or it will be worse."
Yes Father.
I start to drag my bloody, beaten flesh down the hallway.
As soon as I get to the cavern-like room I call home,
I take off the spells on the wall.
All you could see were walls and walls filled with crimson-red.
I take out my one true friend; my trusty, sharp razor.
As I begin cutting my fingertips, I finally sigh in relief. *sigh*
A tiny jet of red liquid comes out as I cut each finger with the blade.
Like a crimson waterfall.
As soon as I finished, I started to write a poem with my bloodied fingers.
Walking along the road,
paved with the sorrows
and lies of the past.
Walking - burdens towed,
along a path I do not know
to discovery - to ever last.
Walking; making my life
as my own tale of me,
of the eloquence.
Walking, waking, a knife
to cut through the
cloud of despair - life repents.
As soon as I finished, I wiped off my hands and put the the razor back in it's spot.
After putting the spells back up, I heard a knock on my dark, wooden door.
"Draco, dear? It's your mother. I wanted to see how you're doing." said Narcissa
After I let her in the doorway, she gasps. I realize I forgot to put back on the usual glamour charms I wore in front of her.
Lucky for me, I already covered my hands.
"D-Draco? Why are you so bruised up? How long have you been hiding this?" said Narcissa
"Not very long, mother."
"W-Why are there so many?"
*sigh* Might as well tell the truth
"Well mother, I usually hide them from you. I-I didn't want you to worry."
"Not to worry?! *cruel laugh* Well, now I am worrying! I-I can't believe Lucius would do such a thing!"
*sigh* "This is what I was worrying about, mother."
Well, I am going to have a little "chat" with Lucius RIGHT NOW! Goodbye Draco, I love you. (As she's walking away) Mother, WAIT! *Narcissa stops walking*
"He'll hurt me even more if you get involved. He'll think I'm t-too weak to speak to him myself. He might even...h-hurt you...too. " said Draco
*turns around to look at Draco*
W-What do you mean, dear? *nervous laugh* said Narcissa
*Draco sighs* I'm not a child anymore, you know? *Narcissa looks around the room scared* I notice how you have a limp or bruises on you sometimes. *she gasps*
How do you know?! I-I've always been so careful. *sits down on Draco's bed* I-I've been trying to be so damn careful all this time.
I WAS TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE! *bursts into tears*