Beautiful Monster

Please Read: I am writing this for me.. I've always wanted to write an angst story about Draco and an OC. This story is Graphic... so if your under seventeen... then read at your own will.

Chapter Two:

I took about five or four centimeters of my hair, not really caring how much I grabbed.

snip, snip, snip

As soon as I was cutting, I didn't care. I felt satisfied with what I was doing and I always went with how I felt in the moment. I grabbed the fallen hair and started sprinkling it everywhere. It felt good. I almost wanted to laugh. I guess your probably thinking I'm insane for doing what I'm doing. Cut a few inches of my hair and sprinkle it everywhere like its fucking confetti. If you've been through what I've been through... I guess you do start to lose your mind.

I heard a cough and turned around. There he was... the man with dark hair and clothes. The man had healed me last night and told me he'd come for me. I didn't believe him... but now I did because he was here. But I also felt a little hesitant. I wondered if my father waited behind those doors to beat the shit out of me and put it in my face for believing this man.

I grabbed my bag and hopped off my bed. I had been sprinkling small itty bitty pieces of my hair everywhere. My father, the sick fuck, would find them and know. That it's the last remaining thing he has left of me but that's if he is waiting outside.

The man didn't even ask me why I did it. He just stayed silent and walked back out of my room.

"Hurry up." He said, finally.

I walk and stop at the door. I peer outside and look left and right. I even glance up at the ceiling, paranoid? Yes. I grip my bag carefully and turn to catch up with the man.

"Hurry up. You're too slow." He called to me.

I scowled at his back. Did he have any idea how long I had been in that room? Too fucking long is all I have to say to and too long to be even trying to stay in shape... when your someones personal punching bag. I thought bitterly.

"I distracted your father... he'll notice soon that your-" He didn't get to finish his sentence.

I could hear the crash and banging coming down the hall from my room. I instantly knew that my father knew I was escaping. Before I knew it I was running like hell. The man had a hard time keeping up with me as I booked it down the hall. Oh... the irony... I though with a smirk.

"Library!" He told me and I made a turn for it. I almost didn't remember where it was and I've spent a good amount of years in this fucking house.

As soon as we were inside. The man slammed and locked the doors. He went to the fireplace and grabbed my arm. He shoved something in my hand.

"Willow House... Go to the Willow House." He told me

"What about you, where are you going to-"

I jumped and turned as the door started banging on the outside of the library.

"Seraph!" My father yelled from outside.

"GO!" The man yelled and shoved me to the fireplace.

I hardly remember how to teleport from a fireplace.

"Willow house." I said and threw the dust or whatever in to the fireplace. I looked back just in time to see my father coming bursting in to the library... his wand pointing.. that's the last I seen before I was engulf in flames.

I flew out of another fireplace and rolled on carpet floors. I had rolled across someones living room floor. I slowly stood and dusted myself off. I turned and looked at the fireplace. I wondered if the man was okay. I didn't even know his name.

I picked up my bag and walked from the living room to the kitchen. A paper sat on the counter of the kitchen and I went to it. I read it.

'Dear Seraph,

I know you are confused about your whereabouts

But please don't be afraid, because you are safe now.

Your father will not be able to touch you now and he

does not know your location and I am pleased to tell you

now that he never will know your whereabouts.

I am sorry that I was not able to be here to greet you

Please make yourself at home, because this is your new home.

You are welcome to anything in the house, any room in the house

is of your choosing. There are house elves that will tend to cleaning

and such.

I beg of you to remain only in this house. You cannot be protected

if you leave 'Willow' house.

I inform you that I will not have the privilege of meeting you

due to my work and thus we will not meet till later in the year.

Willow house is your home, do whatever is to your choosing.

I must inform you too that there will be other visitors in your home

soon that will explain your situation if I cannot give you all the details

in this letter.

Welcome to Willow house, Seraph.

~Markus

I stare at the letter in shock.

I feel something... something that I hadn't felt in a long while. Something that stayed in my chest hidden and dusty behind a pillar of building insanity. Happiness soars through my chest and I stuff the letter to my chest and cry out in happiness. I am truly free.

Beautiful Monster:

This is the second story I made that has the shortest first chapter... depressing. :( but at least its here...