Lightning streaked across the sky, filling it with random patterns of light. Heavy rains pounded against the windows. And in the midst of all this chaos, Draco Malfoy lay on his bed, his thoughts and mood matching the weather outside perfectly.
Hate me with everything
I'm better off without your animosity
I'll even sleep better at night...at night
I won't believe in you
Reminded me of everything you put me through
Now everything feels alright...alright
Pressing the cold steel blade to his skin, Draco swiftly pulled the blade across his wrist, an angry red river rising in its wake. He hissed softly, feeling both pain and pleasure unlike any he had ever felt before. A great calming wave rose inside him, draining his anger away with the blood dripping down his arm.
I feel so betrayed...mistaken
I create another day
You'll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me… You're faceless
This is what it's supposed to be like, he thought as he laid the jeweled dagger to the side. The dagger had been a gift from his father for his thirteenth birthday. It was the one gift he had really wanted, and sure he wasn't going to get.
You've made me out to be
Responsible for your self-inflicted misery
And never felt like this before...before
Don't be surprised to see
That I have nothing left for you to bleed
When you come crawling back for more...for more
Remembering the origins of the dagger began to bring back his anger, only this time it was directed at the man who was supposed to be his father. As cold and heartless as Lucius appeared in public, he was worse out of it. It wasn't uncommon to find Lucius standing over Draco shouting various painful curses, crucio being the most common and lasting the longest.
I feel so betrayed...mistaken
I create another day
You'll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me...you're faceless
How could you do that to me, your own son, Draco thought miserably as tears began to well up in his eyes. He angrily brushed them away, and when finding that that didn't work, he picked up the dagger again and began slashing viciously at his arm, not caring anymore. He had to get rid of his pain.
I create another day
You'll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me...you're faceless
He had to get rid of all this pain.
I create another day
You'll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me...you're faceless
He had to…
I create another day
You'll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me...you're faceless