Beutifully twisted

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Chapter 2: Fragile

Draco P.O.V

I just saw the new guy check in. He's tall I suppose, but not taller than me, with dark ebony locks and shocking emerald eyes. He's thin, but not so that it's unattractive, to me I think he's shaped almost like a girl.

To sum him up in one word I'd have to be fragile. Meaning he's a nutshell asking to crack.

I wonder vaguely if he's ever let a guy see that beautiful bod.

Someone nudges me in my back as were making our way back to the rec room which is closer to the slytherin department of this hell hole. No surprise to find that it was Blaise zabini.

" What do you think the new kid did to get in here?" he whispered with mischievous dark eyes.

If you've known Blaise as long as I've known him you could hear the wheels going into motion in his head. Which of course is nothing new for a sex addict like him, he see's a guy who's even remotely good looking and he wants to fuck them. Thing is this kid isn't just remotely cute.

He's beautiful.

Kind of reminds me of a porcelain doll that's even more beautiful when it's broken. I glare at him momentarily before a sneer reaches my lips.

" How the hell should I know Blaise...probably won't find out until he comes to group therapy."

I can see the smile on Blaise's lips and for some reason I want to slap the look off of his face. We make it to the rec room, where a number of people are playing games or just watching television (all rater G or PG 13 don't want to send out bad signals to the kids do we?). I find that I don't want to be there at the moment so I ask one of the orderlies to take me to my room.

As I follow him through the corridors I find myself thinking about what got him here. He doesn't look like a drug addict to me; they usually have this sickly complexion to their skin and a cold sweat on their brow. With-drawl must be a bitch.

Something that I did notice though was the dull look in eyes as bright as his, like is he has no soul inside of this shell we all refer to as our body. I wonder what complications made its way under his skin until he finally broke free...or lost it however you want to word it.

" Alright Mr.Malfoy here we are."

I'm lead into inside the room and he closes the door with a slight nod.

Back to my thoughts.

I lost my mind a while back and thing is I was one of those kids where loosing your mind wasn't even an option. But shit happens and my shit literally hit the fan. I am a Malfoy and Malfoy's don't lose anything.

Not their minds.

Not their cool.

Nothing.

We're smart, cunning, sneaky, and in control of everything. Regardless of that imagine having everyone think you had the perfect life on the outside, the perfect family, the finest designer clothes, and everything else you ever wanted.

But let me see you try to be perfect when on the inside your supposedly perfect home is actually hell, your perfect father and his perfect friends have their way with you almost ever night, and the only thing your mother can do is turn her silky cheek in the other direction.

Makes you wonder why I tried to kill myself by swallowing a whole bunch of pills with a swig of our finest liquor doesn't it?

You would think after all of that my parents would be the ones here instead of me...that shows how much you actually know about us Malfoy's. It's even more amazing how it all got turned around on me when truth was I was just as innocent as the next kid.

Thing was though I didn't tell the judge about what my father did to me.

So maybe that's why I'm so hard on myself in the first place. I'll tell you one thing though- when I swallowed those pills it was the best thing that could have happened to me.

Flying high on cloud nine, a whirl of colors that would make even the best of artists jealous.

It was beautiful, it was dangerous, it was sinister, and I loved every minute of it. Those final moments my mind was numb, thoughts formed incoherently and I could find myself falling into a deep peaceful sleep.

So tell me why my stomach suddenly lurched and everything I had swallowed came right back up?

Lying on the ground, the acid taste of bile being the only thing I was aware of. That is until I heard my mothers' screams as she rushed by my side.

But even through my haze I noticed she didn't touch me, didn't dare allow one tear to fall...

Didn't even say she loved me.

A/N: I know this chap is a little short but my minds a little hazy right now so I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. I know what Draco did really wasn't worse than Harry's actions but why he's in slytherin will be made clear in the next chapter. Well review.