Draco felt exhausted. He knew he had to control himself better the next time his emotions were overwhelming him. After wiping his cheeks dry with the backs of his shaking hands, Draco raised himself up onto his feet and stared at the mess of broken glass and spattered blood. He knew he could just get one of the houselves to clean it up, but looking at it brought back some painful feeling into his right fist. He looked down and observed his bloodied knuckles. There wasn't too much damage, just minor cuts, but turning over his hand to inspect his palm, he realized what was making his hand throb and what had made him bleed so much; there was about a two inch long gash from the base of his thumb and across his wrist. Draco thought that must've happened when he slammed his hand down in the sink.
The wave of frustration, hurt and anger that had caused him to react that way did had subsided a little, but he knew it would never totally go away, his sense of failure and insignificance was always throbbing in the back of his mind like a headache that never was going to fully assuage. His head throbbed harder when he thought about leaving this room and facing his father again. Gathering up his wits, and ignoring the insecure little boy in the back of his mind that was telling him to keep himself locked in the bathroom, Draco opened the door and stepped out into the large, marble hallway. There were rose pillars running down each side of the long hall, and the floor had impressive designs of mimicked Greek art.
He knew Lucius would greet him with cool indifference, but because he was used to it by now, there was only a small pang of hurt that passed over him as he turned to his left and started to walk. With heavy feet, and an even heavier heart, Draco Malfoy made his way to his room alone.
The blond boy flopped lazily on his bed and threw his forearms over his eyes to block out the moonlight that bathed his king-sized bed. The thoughts that ran through his mind weren't ones of self pity, no, they were about escape. The only thing that he had kept his mind focused on when he came home for the summer was to get back to Hogwarts. Now the end of summer was in two days and that left one more full day to deal with his father – or avoid his father, which was exactly what he planned on doing.
Draco, when he heard a knock on his bedroom door, uncovered his eyes and sat up. The door creaked open slowly and two big ears poked into view, followed by two huge eyes; it was their house elf that Draco hadn't even managed to learn the name of, but it wasn't like he cared anyway. Timidly the elf asked Draco if he would like his dinner brought up to him. Angered at the interruption of his thoughts, Draco snapped at the elf, telling him to go away before serious harm was caused to his limbs. He thought the elf deserved a good yelling for interrupting him. Draco knew the elf was already afraid of him, not for no good reason either. For fun, he tortured all of the house elves with fire; he even beat them when he got really upset. It made him feel good though, to finally have power over another living creature.
Lying back down on his emerald silk sheets, Draco's mind wandered to thoughts of a happiness he thought he was never going to experience; thoughts where disappointment and misery weren't a part of daily life. Although Draco wished things to get better, he knew that as a Malfoy, such dreams were never going to be fulfilled.