One shot
Hey again this is my first Malfoy fic ...but I think that he is all evil for
a reason and that is what this fic is about. FORGIVE THE PUNCTUATION...I WANT
IT TO BE LIKE A CONTINOUS THOUGHT...RUN WITH IT
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter if I did Malfoy & Harry would be gay and live happily ever after.
True Pain
By: Krys
As I get older...you would think that I would be able to stand on my own, no longer need the man who although I once thought the world of, I now hate. An inability to feel he did this to me, No matter how much I try, No matter how hard, It will never end I'm beginning to wonder if I can still hope, still dream.
Maybe it is just teenage angst, but I want to feel the pain, know the adrenaline...like a sick addiction I want the blade to enter my skin, see the blood form little rivulets upon my pale skin. I want to see the blood upon its silver backdrop like a grotesque painting of my life.
All in hope that I will be able to feel able to show something real. I want them to see what the have done to me ...all I ever hoped was that I wouldn't end up like my parents...But just like them I hardened my self and now all I want to do is to find the part of me that can still believe bur they will never know ...how I fear only my self only what I can and will do.
But if I can follow through they would not care, all it would do was dampen their facade the falsehood that they call life.
So I stand before you now upon the gates of death...because in my heart, I know that this is the only escape...though in my mind I fear. In the end this will be my only escape.
(A/N...If you fame me I flame you although I would love it if you would review...just to know whether or not I should keep this fic up. -Krys
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter if I did Malfoy & Harry would be gay and live happily ever after.
True Pain
By: Krys
As I get older...you would think that I would be able to stand on my own, no longer need the man who although I once thought the world of, I now hate. An inability to feel he did this to me, No matter how much I try, No matter how hard, It will never end I'm beginning to wonder if I can still hope, still dream.
Maybe it is just teenage angst, but I want to feel the pain, know the adrenaline...like a sick addiction I want the blade to enter my skin, see the blood form little rivulets upon my pale skin. I want to see the blood upon its silver backdrop like a grotesque painting of my life.
All in hope that I will be able to feel able to show something real. I want them to see what the have done to me ...all I ever hoped was that I wouldn't end up like my parents...But just like them I hardened my self and now all I want to do is to find the part of me that can still believe bur they will never know ...how I fear only my self only what I can and will do.
But if I can follow through they would not care, all it would do was dampen their facade the falsehood that they call life.
So I stand before you now upon the gates of death...because in my heart, I know that this is the only escape...though in my mind I fear. In the end this will be my only escape.
(A/N...If you fame me I flame you although I would love it if you would review...just to know whether or not I should keep this fic up. -Krys