Disclaimer...I do not own Draco Malfoy...J.K. Rowling does...and the song "Bother" belongs to Stone Sour.

Chapter II
Bother

Draco strummed on his guitar that he had bought after the war was over. It was the only thing that kept him from going insane. Even though it kept him sane, it would never keep him from hurting...the pain he felt from her leaving him. His low voice soon joined the chords...

"Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater...

You don't need to bother I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds"

A tear slid down his cheek. He stopped for a moment, and wiped it way with the bandage that was on his wrist. Even being a wizard, he never bothered with trying to heal them with the healing charms he had learned when he was attended Hogwarts. He looked down at the bandages that bounded the wounds that were self-inflicted. He sighed heavily and started to play the song again; his low voice full of emotion.

"Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me sht to digest I wish I had a reason My flaws are open season For this, I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds"

'I'm only like this only because the sht that Father pounded into my head!' Draco thought bitterly. No matter how much he disliked or disagreed with father, he could never, truly voice his opinion. If he did, his father would torture him to no end...usually when his mother would plea Lucius to torture her instead of her son. HER son. Not theirs. 'I was only her son, not his,' Draco thought again.

"Wish I'd died instead of lived A zombie hides my face Shell forgotten With its memories Diaries left With cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds"

Draco believed that he had gone over the deep end. He hasn't eaten for the past few days; he went through more bandages and blades than anything else in his house. After she had left him, he just slipped and kept falling. He had fallen into such of a depression that he knew he wasn't going to get out of it, or even live through it. The only thing is, he knew he had gone over the deep end. After he read the paper, seeing the picture of the girl that he loved, still loved. The article stated that Potter was killed in Romania...she married that Potter anyways.

"You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on: I'll never live down my deceit"

Draco set down the guitar. Tears were now flowing freely. How could he live his life without her in it...or even with her alive? He felt like he was completely empty.

He got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked up the stairs. He only knew, that he couldn't go on living alone, and in pain. He didn't' have the girl that he love, and he didn't have his mother anymore. Draco stepped into his green and black bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.

'Well, this is it,' Draco sighed. He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of small pills. He poured out about ten little white pills. Filling the glass with water, Draco put the pills in his mouth, and washed them down with the water; then went to his bedroom. He figured that it might take weeks before anyone would know what he did.

A/N: sorry if you are offended...but it's just a piece of work...that's all!