Disclaimer: I didn't make any money writing this and I don't own these characters. But if I did then the books would be way better.

"I'm feeling cold today

Not hurt just Fucked away

I'm devastated and frustrated

God I feel so bound

So why'd I feel the need?

I think it's time to bleed

I'm gonna cut myself

and watch the blood hit the ground"
~Right Now
Korn~

Addicted To Pain

I run the blade over my wrists. The cool steel cutting into my pale skin. My crimson blood spilling out.

I promised him I wouldn't do this anymore.

But how can I stop, I'm addicted.

The cutting. The blood. The burn of the cuts.

It all scratches an itch I have. An itch that can be scratched by nothing else.

'he'll be disappointed in you. You'll lose his trust' the little voice in my reminds me.

I cut again. Little shallow cuts. Enough to bleed, but not enough to kill.

My mind wanders back to the very first cuts ever made.

They were the outcome of a botched suicide. But I was glad to live, for I discovered something better. Something wonderful.

I remember his reaction to the scars, the first time he saw them. How he ran his finger along those lines of even paler skin.

I remember my promise to him, how I wouldn't do this anymore, how I wouldn't hurt myself. But it doesn't hurt, well, not that much. Besides we all could use a little pain now and then.

The first cut is as a searing fire, the others that follow are as small embers.

I like the burning.

And I would stop, if I could.

But I can't.

Slowly I lick the blade, tasting my own blood.

If only he saw me now. If he only saw how much I enjoyed this.

Maybe I could get him to try. Then we'd both be addicted.

Addicted to the pain.

A/N: The "him" Draco is referring to is Harry, his boyfriend