Chapter Four! I hope you all enjoy it! I own nothing!

"Draco," Goyle said waking me up.

"I'm not sleeping," I said looking up at the ceiling.

"Come down to breakfast," he said opening my curtains.

"I'm not hungry," I said sighing.

"You didn't eat last night," he said confused, "Do you feel okay?"

"I'm getting over a cold," I lied easily.

"Okay," he said nodding, "I'll get your schedule from Professor Snape."

"Thanks," I said quietly.

Goyle closed the curtains again and I heard the door close as he left. I hated that I had to lie to Goyle, but I couldn't tell him. My head was pounding as I stared at the ceiling again.

I had gotten back to my room right before the sun rose this morning and I still wasn't able to go to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I heard that man telling me that everything I thought I knew was wrong.

Ever since I tried to fall asleep I knew I couldn't just stop his voice from coming and haunting my every thought. This was getting a lot harder to understand and handle this information.

With a sigh I got out of bed and looked down at my worn clothes. Once I got back from my run I fell on my bed and closed the curtain without changing. I was hoping that I would just fall asleep, but I didn't.

I stumbled into the bathroom and stripped my clothes off and climbed into the shower. Sweat and dirt mixed with the water and dripped to the shower floor. I let out a sigh and ran a hand through my hair.

For awhile I just stood in the shower letting the water run over me. I was so tired, but I couldn't sleep. Since I couldn't sleep my movements were getting more sporadic with each passing hour.

When I finally got out of the shower and looked at the clock I saw that I had been in there for almost four hours. The thought that no one had come into the bathroom at all had me a little confused.

I quickly changed into a pair of boxers and opened my tote. In the tote I had hidden a few books that I had taken from the library at the Malfoy Manor. It was strange that I was starting to separate myself away from the life that I have always known.

The place that was my house was something that I no longer wanted to even think about. I never thought that I would be the person to do that. I loved my family and my house, but now I didn't want to deal with either of them.

I sat back down on my bed and sighed. Looking out the window I noticed that it was well past noon and I still hadn't eaten. I didn't want to see anyone, but I knew that I had to eat.

Standing up I slipped on a shirt and made my way down to the kitchen. As I walked I tried my best to stay away from people. Most people were outside since it was such a nice day.

When I got to the kitchen I slowly slipped in and looked around for Dobby. Dobby was a house elf that used to live at the Malfoy Manor. Out of all the house elves that were there Dobby was my favorite.

"Master Malfoy," Dobby said appearing next to me.

"Don't call me that," I yelled glaring down at him.

"I'm…" he started to say before I left the kitchen.

Once I left the kitchen I took off running and ran into a random room. Looking around I noticed that it was a bathroom. With a shrug I walked to the wall and punched it as hard as I could.

"Don't do that," someone said behind me.

I turned around and saw Moaning Myrtle staring at me. The bathroom was Moaning Myrtle's. My luck had completely run out if I was stuck in here with this girl as company.

"What's wrong?" Myrtle asked calmly.

"Nothing," I said slowly, "I just wish to leave and go back to my bed if you don't mind."

"You can talk to me," she said softly, "I'm very good at listening."

"And how do I know that you won't tell anyone?" I asked angrily.

"You have to trust me," she said floating closer to me.

"I don't trust anyone anymore," I said shaking my head, "Nor will I trust anyone again!"

"But you need to tell someone what's going on or you'll never get better," she said getting desperate.

"Who said I wanted to get better?" I yelled punching the wall again.

"Tell me what's wrong Draco Malfoy," she said soothingly.

"Never call me that again," I said glaring at her, "I am not now or will I ever be a Malfoy!"

"You do need to talk to someone," she said nodding, "Tell me what happened."

"No," I said falling to my knees, "I just want to forget."

"You can't forget while it is still fresh in your mind," she said sitting next to me, "Tell me and things will get better."

"Fine," I said sneering, "But never tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

"Okay," she said nodding, "Now what happened?"

"Lucius Malfoy told me something," I said intent on starting my story.

"Draco," Myrtle said trying to interrupt me.

"Oh shut up," I yelled frustrated, "Either I tell the story now or I do it never."

Myrtle still looked like she wanted to interrupt me but nodded her head for me to continue to talk. I told her the whole story that Lucius told me. Throughout the story I saw Myrtle look over to a corner.

I didn't think much of it at the time, but maybe it had something to do with what she was trying to say. The need to tell my story seemed to outweigh any other thought that I had.

Someone was finally going to listen to me and that is all I've wanted. I wasn't going to let a little paranoia stop me from saying what I needed to say. This time it was only about me.

The story just kept spilling from my lips. I even told her that the shear thought of doing anything with other people was terrifying to me. It wasn't that I was afraid of people I just didn't want to be around them.

Myrtle was very good at listening and after the first time she didn't interrupt me again. I was thankful that she didn't, but curious as to why she was trying to get me to stop talking after she tried to get me to start.

When I finished the story Myrtle was staring at me with wide eyes. I could tell that the story had affected her. She looked the closet to tears that I had ever seen a ghost before.

"Oh Draco," I heard from the corner.

"Harry," I said in shock.