Traumatized

By: PyroKitty

[Chapter 3: Voices of Suicide]

Authors Note: YaY ^^ I love you guys who are reading my fic. Well let's just thank everyone….oh and by the way, I'm sorry I haven't put up a chapter in a while, i've been busy lately! And please review!

Thanks to: RoseWillow, Calypso in Love, Starr_lite, totaloser, Deirdre ^^ You guys are great!

Disclaimer: Lets see……*takes out stuff from pocket* A pack of gummy bears, two pennies, and a fuzzy thing…..sue me and that's all you get…..but probably not the gummy bears! They be eaten by then…-.-

Summery: Abuse is not something to be kidding about, especially since it happens to thousands of children and even adults at some times, every day. What if one person who had the appearance of being a kid who wants nothing to do with emotions or anything else like that was actually one it happened to. But what if instead of that masque that he wore he was actually a child who was unstable and had a spilt personality? What would happen if someone found out that wasn't supposed to? And who will help?

On with the Sweetness!

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His eyes searched around the room. A nightmare had just awoken him from his sleep. He didn't remember all of it but he did remember his father was there, along with his mother and a tall cloaked figure.

His arm was stretched out as they poured a burning liquid over his arm. He remembered hearing screaming and that was it. That was the only piece of the nightmare that he remembered.

A cold sweat fell over his body as he remembered the scream, a high-pitched bloodcurdling scream. It hadn't come from him, that was for sure because as he touched his pale lips blood was left on his finger, he must've been biting his lip to stop from screaming like he had many times before.

The sound of the scream started to fade from his memory leaving him in the tranquillity of the room once again.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and let his feet hit the cold, damp floor. A shiver ran up his spine making the floor feel colder then it was.

He started to walk over to a small desk that was in the corner that his father had moved down here recently when it had broken slightly.

"So how do you think he is?" Draco paused in mid-step as he heard an unfamiliar voice that filled the room, dark and deep.

"I'm not sure…Do you think he was ready for that?" Asked another voice. Draco sank down to the floor, unsure where or who the voices belonged to. He hugged his knees close to him.

"He probably didn't even realize what it was…" Answered the first voice again. At this Draco searched the room with his eyes, seeing nothing moving in even the slightest bit.

"You know you should just end your life right here and now, right Draco?" Draco shuddered involuntarily and closed his eyes tightly.

"W-who are y-you?" He asked stuttering but trying not to.

"It's not important who we are, what is important is what you do. You know your fathers going to push a little too far one day and kill you, I know you know that and you've thought about it. You've come close to death more times then most people your age, if I were you id just kill myself before he had the pleasure to do so himself" One of the voices said to him.

Closing his eyes he contemplated what they were talking to him about, until it hit him. Suicide. That's what they wanted him to do. Commit Suicide. He clenched his fists up as he thought about the first part they talked about. When he had been almost killed multiple times, and that's when the memories came rushing back to haunt him.

===Flash Back===

A younger Draco, who was maybe six, sat in the corner of the room, shaking as a shadow of a man fell upon him.

He was no longer in the dark room; he was in a large dining room. Many metal chairs were placed on top of the table and the table made of supported glass.

The child looked terrified. He flinched as the man touched his head and he pulled back. His father, the man who was with him, scowled. Why did his son flinch at only his touch? His scowl the changed into a grin, an insane grin that had a look of pure evil on it.

He picked up his son by the collar of his robes and dangled him in front of him. The boy grabbled onto the front of his collar to keep himself from suffocating. He took in a large gasp for air until his father dropped him onto the floor.

Raising his boot Lucius then kicked his son in the side causing Draco to fly back a foot or two on impact.

Picking his son up yet again he tossed him towards the table. Draco closed his eyes tightly and blocked his face as he hit one of the legs of the chair. He let out a howl of pain and saw blood that ran onto the table from his back which was now gushing out blood from the open wound.

His vision turned blurry as tears filled his eyes and then the world turned silent. His father walked over to him screaming, but no sound came from his mouth. Draco then suddenly closed his eyes and passed out.

===End Flash Back===

Draco flinched at the memory of that day. He had been in the medical wing for a week before he could even sit up, for the gash had been deep and took a long time to heal. He still had the scar as a souvenir from that time.

He stood back up, not noticing the voices had been silent for a while now. And got back in his hard bed. It was still damp from that sweat when he had woken up from the nightmare earlier.

He crawled into the bed none the less and closed his eyes. That's when the voices began to chat again, but this time they were talking over each other causing them to blend in. Draco couldn't make out even one word until the minute before sleep took over. "Suicide…: A voice whispered.

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Draco awoke as the chilly evening air swept over his body. He opened his eyes to take in the dusk sky. Sitting next to him was Dime. He jumped back slightly not expecting her to be there. She smiled.

"Hello again Draco…" She said quietly, seeming not to want to break the peacefulness of this time of day. He nodded a greeting to her.

She laid back in the flowers looking at the night sky as the tiny evening starts started to pop up in the darkness. She closed her eyes for a minute. "Draco?" She asked to him continuing to keep her eyes shut.

"Hmm?"

"Don't think too much on the voices. They may come at times but just ignore them, that's all you can do…"

He thought about that, until she started again. "And also Draco, remember when you first came here, I said that no injuries would be noticed here? It's only because you're sleeping right now, you have to remember that, I don't want you to think this place is real and that your real life is just a nightmare, because it will get better…" She said and he thought it over, she was right. But he wished that his real life was just a nightmare.

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End Note: Ok ^^ All done chapter three! Hope you liked it. Well just about the comment about how Draco doesn't act like a seven year old, most kids who are abused don't. Just think of it this way, if you were beaten to near death would you trust most people? And when you don't how are you supposed to act? Like a child or just like an older person, hoping to make them think you don't mind the beatings? That's just what I think at least. Well next chapter will be out soon, and don't forget to review!

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Thoughts to ponder

Who are the voices?

Will Serenity play a big part in Draco's life?

When is he going to Hogwarts?

What will happen if the voices leave/don't leave?

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Well until next time on Traumatized!