OK quick lemme say- I own nothing- so u can get back to more Draco angst...
O yeah lets enjoy his spiral into madness!!! Sorry I just love making my
characters go crazy... Alyssa likes to make them crazy... Why does Alyssa
find this so enjoyable? (twitch twitch) Oh geez there were so many parts i
wanted to put colorful language but I'm too much of a goody-goody lol
Silence
Everything's just a sad little song... never changes, never different never new... It's all the same... always...
"Well this sucks. Am I just gonna wallow in self pity?"
Yes, Draco, that's what you're doing right now. Pull yourself out of it or you'll never stop. I know...
Draco abruptly snapped out of his daydream and bolted upright.
He was in the middle of History. And instead of the drawling monotone of Professor Binns, he heard that soft rasping voice...
A very familiar rasping voice...
I'm going crazy, he thought.
The thought didn't worry him, it actually kind of soothed him. It's got a label. Insanity. It's called something and I'm not the only one going through it...
His thoughts were becoming as meaningless as Professor Binns words.
What is wrong with me? Honestly.
He quickly shook his head and tried to block out Professor Binns's words.
God, please, make it stop, please, GOD!!
The last thought he yelled aloud.
The whole class swiveled around in their chairs to face the quivering, twitching Draco. Spasms shot up his legs, and beads of sweat covered his entire body.
"Mr. Malfoy, do you have something to share with the class?"
"Um, I need to see Madam Pomfrey," he said quickly.
"Indeed," said Binns, looking at him oddly.
He thinks I'm crazy... They all do... everything is... I am...
I sure wish I was crazy...
He walked briskly down the hall. He tried to regain his arrogance, his flamboyance, but something was seriously amiss. Anyone could tell.
You're scared.
He walked faster, and put his hands over his ears. He didn't want to go insane, his life was insane his very being was laced with insanity, and there was nothing he wanted less, nothing that would tie his life in knots. He hated things to be simple, but he hated complication, which was a complication in itself... did he hate it or enjoy it? What the heck was wrong with him?
Draco, you're not insane. Now stop thinking, it's too hard for me to follow your train of thought. I never knew the 16-year- old mind could be so complicated.
"Good God, I am insane." He whispered to himself. A second year gave him an incredulous look as she brushed past him.
Malfoy, am I going to have to take over your mind entirely? Do you know what that's like?
Dark shadows... angry, screaming voices... silence stop silence no silence.... flames... blood... screams of terror... pain, O GOD THE PAIN ... searing, burning, enveloping, maddening...
"STOP!!"
He yelled this in the middle of the hall, surrounded by completely normal, sane people, just starting to come into blurry focus. They stared at him... I HATE STARES... DIE...
Malfoy reached into his robes and pulled out his wand... Then Silence...
Malfoy collapsed on the floor. His breaths became short, ragged.
I hate silence. Silence...
"Stop, leave! GO BACK TO-"
Malfoy BE QUIET!!"
And he was. Silence.
Silence
Everything's just a sad little song... never changes, never different never new... It's all the same... always...
"Well this sucks. Am I just gonna wallow in self pity?"
Yes, Draco, that's what you're doing right now. Pull yourself out of it or you'll never stop. I know...
Draco abruptly snapped out of his daydream and bolted upright.
He was in the middle of History. And instead of the drawling monotone of Professor Binns, he heard that soft rasping voice...
A very familiar rasping voice...
I'm going crazy, he thought.
The thought didn't worry him, it actually kind of soothed him. It's got a label. Insanity. It's called something and I'm not the only one going through it...
His thoughts were becoming as meaningless as Professor Binns words.
What is wrong with me? Honestly.
He quickly shook his head and tried to block out Professor Binns's words.
God, please, make it stop, please, GOD!!
The last thought he yelled aloud.
The whole class swiveled around in their chairs to face the quivering, twitching Draco. Spasms shot up his legs, and beads of sweat covered his entire body.
"Mr. Malfoy, do you have something to share with the class?"
"Um, I need to see Madam Pomfrey," he said quickly.
"Indeed," said Binns, looking at him oddly.
He thinks I'm crazy... They all do... everything is... I am...
I sure wish I was crazy...
He walked briskly down the hall. He tried to regain his arrogance, his flamboyance, but something was seriously amiss. Anyone could tell.
You're scared.
He walked faster, and put his hands over his ears. He didn't want to go insane, his life was insane his very being was laced with insanity, and there was nothing he wanted less, nothing that would tie his life in knots. He hated things to be simple, but he hated complication, which was a complication in itself... did he hate it or enjoy it? What the heck was wrong with him?
Draco, you're not insane. Now stop thinking, it's too hard for me to follow your train of thought. I never knew the 16-year- old mind could be so complicated.
"Good God, I am insane." He whispered to himself. A second year gave him an incredulous look as she brushed past him.
Malfoy, am I going to have to take over your mind entirely? Do you know what that's like?
Dark shadows... angry, screaming voices... silence stop silence no silence.... flames... blood... screams of terror... pain, O GOD THE PAIN ... searing, burning, enveloping, maddening...
"STOP!!"
He yelled this in the middle of the hall, surrounded by completely normal, sane people, just starting to come into blurry focus. They stared at him... I HATE STARES... DIE...
Malfoy reached into his robes and pulled out his wand... Then Silence...
Malfoy collapsed on the floor. His breaths became short, ragged.
I hate silence. Silence...
"Stop, leave! GO BACK TO-"
Malfoy BE QUIET!!"
And he was. Silence.