Post by loekie on Jan 8, 2009 20:18:18 GMT 1
I stared into the mirror before me. The knife in my hand glittering in soft light streaming in from the small window above. I know no-one would understand my choice. How could they? No-one knew me. Not really anyway. I don’t care about that. Hell, I had never been allowed to have any friends, and if you don’t know any better, you don’t now what you’re missing. No, that was not the reason I was going to end everything tonight. Neither is the fact that I have the share these quarters with that filthy mudblood Granger. No… truth be told I don’t give a damn that she has none-magical parents… she can do magic… that’s all that matters right.
It has nothing to do with my father beating the living daylight out of me every time he gets the chance either. No, one soon got used to that, especially if, again, you had never known any better, and hell it had always been my fault anyway. I was never good enough, never tried hard enough, even with countless of sleepless nights.
No. The ‘parties’ my parents threw at the large Mansion had not driven me to do this. The parties that ended up with most of the participants coming in my room showing me just how ‘pretty’ they thought I was. I only recently found out though, that it had all been set up by my father.
No why I’m about to do this is a simply letter that is on the desk in my room.
Draco,
I’ve spoken with the dark lord and we have agreed that you will get the dark mark as soon as possible, now with the upcoming fight our lord wants you at his side. I will pick you up this weekend, make sure to be ready Friday at 16:00.
Lucius Malfoy.
Short and to the point…. Typical. Father never ever wasted time… or words for that matter. I sigh pressing the cold blade against my wrist. I close my eyes and draw a perfect straight line all the way up from my wrist to my elbow and watch mesmerized as the blood starts gushing down my pale skin, the red a stark contrast against the white, tainting it, just as I feel inside. I then turn the dagger to my other arm and repeat the motion. I close my eyes as I feel myself getting lightheaded. This is it… finally I would be able to rest. Finally I wouldn’t have to think about anything ever again. I know that this is the coward way out… but then again… I am a coward.. aren’t I? I everyone else thinks so.
I’m starting to feel cold and tired and my legs buckle under my weight and I let myself slide to the floor a smile on my face. Then everything went black and there was a lovely nothingness that consumed me.
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A bushy haired girl awoke and smiled looking around the room. She loved school, learning and the fact that this year she was head-girl and not even the fact that Malfoy of all people was head-boy. Her parents had been so proud even though they still had some problems understanding the magic world. She swung her legs out from under the covers and headed towards her bathroom taking a quick shower. They had some head-stuff to figure out before breakfast, She waited for the blond boy in the common-area that they shared. When 5 minutes later the familiar blond head sporting a malicious sneer still hadn’t appeared she sighed impatiently walking towards the door knocking “Malfoy, get your ass out here!” she called. She was beginning to get fed up with this. Every day now she’d had to wake the damn boy up. She didn’t even know why she bothered.
“Malfoy!” she called again when she didn’t get the familiar “SOD OF GRANGER”. Still nothing. She frowned. Had he already gone out? She gave a frustrated sigh as she pushed open the doors to see if the blond was still there. She found the bed empty… not slept in. The brunette was about to turn around and walk out when something caught her attention. A piece of paper set on the desk in a corner of the room. She moved towards the desk glancing at the door to make sure that the blond didn’t suddenly come back. She knew she shouldn’t read someone else’s letters, but the idea of being able to get some dirt on that insufferable boy was too tempting – Ron and Harry had a bad influence on her – besides, it wasn’t like the blond wouldn’t have done the same.
She picked up the letter scanning the neat, strong cursive handwriting.
Draco,
I’ve spoken with the dark lord and we have agreed that you will get the dark mark as soon as possible, now with the upcoming fight our lord wants you at his side. I will pick you up this weekend, make sure to be ready Friday at 16:00.
Lucius Malfoy
The brunette smirked. She knew it. Malfoy would just follow in his father’s footsteps. Then something else caught her attention. the door to the bathroom was slightly open and was that something red on the floor? What had that damn boy been up to? She slowly crept towards the open door and peered inside. Her eyes widened and she clasped a hand over her mouth as she rushed inside “Malfoy?” she whispered as she knelt down beside the boy on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Her trembling hand slowly went to the side of the boy’s neck to feel for a pulse, but it was too late. The skin already felt cold underneath her touch. She swallowed backing away slowly starting to feel slightly nauseous.
Whatever magic had been on the boy had now faltered and where his robe had slipped of she could now see a pattern of black and blue, cuts and old scars. The brunette frowned… how had no-one ever noticed? But then her mind kicked in and she figured that he must have used a cover spell. she then realized just how wrong they’d been. They had thought the blond had had the perfect life. Her eyes caught the small letter that lay on the floor beside the blond.
I’m sorry father.
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect.
I’m sorry I always was such a disgrace.
I will not be disappointing you again.
Draco.
The girl swallowed before rising to her feet. She needed to go inform Dumbledore on what had happened, and Snape would Probably like to know as well…
She backed out of the door and then hurried along the many corridors towards the headmasters office.
It has nothing to do with my father beating the living daylight out of me every time he gets the chance either. No, one soon got used to that, especially if, again, you had never known any better, and hell it had always been my fault anyway. I was never good enough, never tried hard enough, even with countless of sleepless nights.
No. The ‘parties’ my parents threw at the large Mansion had not driven me to do this. The parties that ended up with most of the participants coming in my room showing me just how ‘pretty’ they thought I was. I only recently found out though, that it had all been set up by my father.
No why I’m about to do this is a simply letter that is on the desk in my room.
Draco,
I’ve spoken with the dark lord and we have agreed that you will get the dark mark as soon as possible, now with the upcoming fight our lord wants you at his side. I will pick you up this weekend, make sure to be ready Friday at 16:00.
Lucius Malfoy.
Short and to the point…. Typical. Father never ever wasted time… or words for that matter. I sigh pressing the cold blade against my wrist. I close my eyes and draw a perfect straight line all the way up from my wrist to my elbow and watch mesmerized as the blood starts gushing down my pale skin, the red a stark contrast against the white, tainting it, just as I feel inside. I then turn the dagger to my other arm and repeat the motion. I close my eyes as I feel myself getting lightheaded. This is it… finally I would be able to rest. Finally I wouldn’t have to think about anything ever again. I know that this is the coward way out… but then again… I am a coward.. aren’t I? I everyone else thinks so.
I’m starting to feel cold and tired and my legs buckle under my weight and I let myself slide to the floor a smile on my face. Then everything went black and there was a lovely nothingness that consumed me.
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A bushy haired girl awoke and smiled looking around the room. She loved school, learning and the fact that this year she was head-girl and not even the fact that Malfoy of all people was head-boy. Her parents had been so proud even though they still had some problems understanding the magic world. She swung her legs out from under the covers and headed towards her bathroom taking a quick shower. They had some head-stuff to figure out before breakfast, She waited for the blond boy in the common-area that they shared. When 5 minutes later the familiar blond head sporting a malicious sneer still hadn’t appeared she sighed impatiently walking towards the door knocking “Malfoy, get your ass out here!” she called. She was beginning to get fed up with this. Every day now she’d had to wake the damn boy up. She didn’t even know why she bothered.
“Malfoy!” she called again when she didn’t get the familiar “SOD OF GRANGER”. Still nothing. She frowned. Had he already gone out? She gave a frustrated sigh as she pushed open the doors to see if the blond was still there. She found the bed empty… not slept in. The brunette was about to turn around and walk out when something caught her attention. A piece of paper set on the desk in a corner of the room. She moved towards the desk glancing at the door to make sure that the blond didn’t suddenly come back. She knew she shouldn’t read someone else’s letters, but the idea of being able to get some dirt on that insufferable boy was too tempting – Ron and Harry had a bad influence on her – besides, it wasn’t like the blond wouldn’t have done the same.
She picked up the letter scanning the neat, strong cursive handwriting.
Draco,
I’ve spoken with the dark lord and we have agreed that you will get the dark mark as soon as possible, now with the upcoming fight our lord wants you at his side. I will pick you up this weekend, make sure to be ready Friday at 16:00.
Lucius Malfoy
The brunette smirked. She knew it. Malfoy would just follow in his father’s footsteps. Then something else caught her attention. the door to the bathroom was slightly open and was that something red on the floor? What had that damn boy been up to? She slowly crept towards the open door and peered inside. Her eyes widened and she clasped a hand over her mouth as she rushed inside “Malfoy?” she whispered as she knelt down beside the boy on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Her trembling hand slowly went to the side of the boy’s neck to feel for a pulse, but it was too late. The skin already felt cold underneath her touch. She swallowed backing away slowly starting to feel slightly nauseous.
Whatever magic had been on the boy had now faltered and where his robe had slipped of she could now see a pattern of black and blue, cuts and old scars. The brunette frowned… how had no-one ever noticed? But then her mind kicked in and she figured that he must have used a cover spell. she then realized just how wrong they’d been. They had thought the blond had had the perfect life. Her eyes caught the small letter that lay on the floor beside the blond.
I’m sorry father.
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect.
I’m sorry I always was such a disgrace.
I will not be disappointing you again.
Draco.
The girl swallowed before rising to her feet. She needed to go inform Dumbledore on what had happened, and Snape would Probably like to know as well…
She backed out of the door and then hurried along the many corridors towards the headmasters office.
