Disclaimer- I don't own HP. Please don't sue me!

A/N- I got the whole suicide thing from a really good fic I read, if I remembered the name, I'd tell y'all to go read it!

I'm going to jump. I'm going to jump right here, and there'll never be anything more that I have to worry about. No more evil fathers, no more whinny mothers, no more has-been villains, no more stupid school.

Now, if you're wondering, yes, I am considering jumping off the North Tower. And yes, I am Draco Malfoy. Now, why exactly am I doing this?

Not exactly sure myself. I can give you a thousand useless reasons, but it all comes down to one thing. I hate life.

I do, really; I'm tired of it all. Tired of having my father constantly beaming at me for taking the Dark Mark, tired of my mother always babying me, tired of all the idiots at school kow-towing to me, tired of the endless jibs and jabs at Potter and his friends, tired of having Dumbledore watching me twenty-four/seven, and tired of listening to and about Voldemort (yes, I said the damned name) killin people. I mean, god, how much more egotistic and storybook bad guy can you get?

But, I guess those aren't really good reasons to why I'm jumping. Well, I don't think there're ever any good reasons to killing yourself. And yes, I know that there are other ways to do this, that I can talk with someone, I don't have to kill myself, but frankly, I don't care.

I really don't want to talk to anyone and have them patronize me and such. I figure, this is a good way to end it, no mess (well, except for Draco-pieces in the yard) no fuss. No having to bother anyone, no having to get rope to hang myself, or a razor to slit my wrists, no having to sneak some kind of poison out of Professor Snape's cupboard.

I leaned slightly out and whistled. It's a long way down. I have a feeling it's going to hurt.

I pulled out the green ribbon Pansy gave me a couple days back (to hold my hair up, as it's gotten pretty long, and I really don't feel like cutting it) and let it rustle in the wind. Then I let go and watched it fly away.

Corny, yes, but I want to be like that. Flying free, with no restrictions.

I think that's the root of all of this. I want to be free, I don't want to follow rules any more, not my father's, or my Professors', of Voldemort's, or anyone's. I want to make my own rules, being Head Boy only gives you so much.

I wonder how my father will fell about this. I think, he will be genuinely sad. I know he loves me; it's just that he's evil so he can't show it in the usual happy-daddy way.

I sat back down on the ledge. I have time, I don't have to jump now. And no, I'm not getting scared, thank you very much; I'd just like to clear up SOME things before I take the leap.

They say life is filled with drama and angst for teenagers, and they couldn't be truer. I'm just overflowing with the shit. I mean, how many other kids do you know who have crazy dads and evil madmen as relatives? Not that Voldemort is a relative, but the way my father talks about him, he might as well be the founder of our family.

I remember, when I saw thirteen, I was so happy to be connected with a family who was rich and served the "Dark Lord". Then, as I learned more and more about him, I didn't find him as appealing. I mean, he's all crazy and weak, and needing others to do his dirty shit. HOW can anyone want to follow him?

Oh, and if you're wondering, I have some lovely Muggle whisky with me, so I am steadily getting pissed as a hooker. I usually don't curse at all, but hey, drunk here.

Looking out over the school grounds, I wonder, who'll find my body? I hope it isn't some innocent little first year; I'd hate to be responsible for years of nightmares and psychological breakdowns.

Aren't I just wonderful, worrying over who'll find my body?

Okay, I've thought about my father, and Voldemort. Who else is left?

Ah, I know.

Harry Potter.

Now, he needs to just crawl into a small hidden hole and die.

Okay, so maybe I don't hate him that much. But I do hate him. But not in the evil-taking–every-chance-to-kill-him way. Actually, he's good for me. With all our rivalry, he's made me try harder, try harder to be better, faster, smarter. I mean, you can't really hate someone who pushes you to be better.

Now, don't go thinking I'm all in love with him, 'cause I'm not. But I think, if given the time and the right situation, I could. It's a little scary how easily I could fall for him…

And that, ladies and gentlemen, I think, is all my life troubles. Laid out and thought over. Not sure if I resolved anything, but hey, I thought about them!

I stood up, saluted the sky (a Muggle gesture I learned from Blaise), and had one foot off the ledge when a familiar voice interrupted me.

"Malfoy!"

And all my elegance and dignity was shed as I turned to the voice, tripped, and did a belly flop out the window.

Really, I wanted to die with some grace.

Hahaha, I ended it in this way! But, maybe, with some persuasion (cough-reviews-cough) I could be convinced to add a sequel? Or more? It all comes down to you –points to you- to determine the fate of this story!