A/N: This one is darker than the others. Mostly I just like the last statement, it's creepy, if you think about it.
Nothing More
I am broken. Nothing more. Something that is broken can never be made whole again. No, I am not shattered, that is too weak. I'm not weak. But even now this burning hate boils inside me and turns me to stone. I know I am broken, and I hate myself for it. Rage broke me. But even now it burns, perhaps I am still breaking. This rage grabs my chest and eats out my soul; it's strangle hold around my throat. I just want to be left alone! I want people to leave me and my things be. That's all. But people always want to change each other into something they're not. I want people to stop trying to change me! I will only change myself, their futile attempts only set back their ends.
{The sun shone through the clouds, casting long pillars of light. Even so, the rain continued falling, the light was slanted. But Draco would not have seen it. He was in a dim lit room some where inside the building, the light cascading about him was the hue of blue. He stared at the air, which a person cannot see, so he stared at nothing.}
