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Burn
The once searing pain is dull on my skin. I hold the light there; one, two, three, four, five, six… on and on until I can feel my nerves twitch. I let up and see the dent in my flesh. It's a ridiculous thought that the Prince of Slytherin who has everything, would burn himself. No one would suspect I would do such a thing. No one thinks I have a reason to. They're wrong. Dead wrong.
They, the people who wish to be me, don't understand what being me entails. These people think that because I have money I can get, have, whatever I want, but they're blind to what goes on behind the scenes. To what it actually means to be a Malfoy. To never show any emotion other than anger, to snide every muggle born in our path, to be stuck up, snotty and all around foul to anyone and everyone who isn't 'cleared' is the Malfoy way of life. If any one rule is broken you really don't want to know you're punishment, just know that it will be painful and if the 'crime' is serious enough the sentence may leave you on Death's doorstep.
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve… harder and harder I press the beam into my skin. I feel the pain, everything vanish into thin air. The funny thing is after so long of burning myself I can't feel its sting. It feels good though to feel the numbness it brings.
I know why I do this to myself but then again I don't. I use it because all the pain I feel in my heart actually appears on my skin; its mark is left permanently on my soul and body. I pull it away from my skin tissue and put it away in the drawer next to my bed. I stare at my arm for a few seconds before covering it up with the sleeve of my shirt. I gather up my school bag, sling it over my shoulder and take a look around my room once more before slamming the door behind me.
Rizahawkeye21
A/N: A little something I whipped up. Well what do ya think? Review and tell me. Thanks to Haley. Infinitely. Weird. for looking this over.