NEAR THE END

Lost love.

DRACO

My heart has been snatched by the darkness. I know I have hurt her, but I'm keeping her safe. I need to remember that. It's all for her.

I'm sat in my bedroom. I can't help but cry. This is all of his fault. My stupid father. He couldn't leave me alone at all. He couldn't leave us be. He couldn't leave out of his business. My demons in my mind are winning over my thoughts. God help me. I hope that little devil comes near me again. There is a knock at the door. Speak of the fucking devil. "What." I say sternly.
"Draco, never speak to me like that again." His lips press into a straight line.
"How about you never speak to me ever again and you let me be with the love of my fucking life." I raise my voice and walk over to him. My height advantage is helping as I can look down on him.
"No you have to do it, you have to beat them all and win. You know that you don't have a choice. Get over that little slut, and grow up for god sakes."
"Dont you dare speak of Elizabeth that way, EVER again you dick." Breathe Draco, breathe otherwise his blood will be on your hands, "I never have a fucking choice. Just please don't get Elizabeth involved because you will never see the light of day again."
"Oh my son," he says chuckling "you have no idea what we are going to do." The sinister grin grows across his face.
"Get out! Get out my bedroom. Get out right now you prick!" I shout at the top of my lungs. My hands shove his shoulders and he is forced to leave before I knock him out into next month. My fingers run through my hair, tugging at the roots like she does. She would calm me down when I was pissed off at school like that. God, I miss her. I miss her so much. I'm in pain. Her touch could calm me down so fast. I miss the days when love was simple instead of lethal.

The cabinet on the other side of my room is calling my name. The multiple bottles of liquor are such an easy way to get rid of my pain. Before my thoughts can be processed, my hand is wrapped around the neck of the whiskey bottle and I am unscrewing it. Within seconds my throat is burning from the alcohol and I have consumed a quarter of it. Who's fucking idea is it to let a 17 year old have liquor in their room. Fucking idiots.

After twenty minutes my eyes glance down at the bottle, only a quarter remains. My feet carry me to the bathroom. I look myself in the eyes, there bloodshot. She hates it when I drink. She becomes scared of me. She thinks I'm some terrifying monster. But she's not here. Why? Because I have pushed her away. That's all I ever do, push people away. My fist connects with the mirror above the sink and the blood runs down my hand. The mirror shattered into millions of pieces just like me. I'm a scared little boy. Nothing more, nothing less. My blood drips into the carpet as I slide down the bathroom wall. She hates me now, if she finds out about me drinking I can guarantee she will never want to talk to me ever again. Elizabeth doesn't need me. I'm not good enough for her. She's always been to good for me. I'm never enough.

Enraged by my thoughts I slam the bottle against the wall and grab another out the cabinet. My mind takes me over to my dresser. The pictures of me and her sit in the frames on top. Elizabeth took them all on this muggle camera called a 'Polaroid'. Tears stream down my face when the memories take me back. We were so much more happy back then. Everything was simple. No worries, well apart from the Harry and Voldemort shit. But other than that we were content. Just us. We would spend hours studying together, well Elizabeth would. I would sit and watch her. She does the most adorable thing when's she's concentrating. She gets her quill and rubs it on her ear and her tongue pokes out a little. Little did we know that in a few years I would be drinking again and force her away. Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on your perspective of everything. I only realised, I love her when I have just realised I probably won't get to ever hear laugh again. I lived my childhood trying to become an adult, but now I want to go back to the peace of it. I was falling into darkness when I first met her. After that. She changed my route so that I was only falling for her and not my demons. Now its the demons again. As the tears fall down from my eyes, I realise the dream about us being together for ever was never reality. Just because no one can see you're pain, doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. It's my fault I let her in. I let Elizabeth through my wall that I had spent so long building knowing that not everyone stays. But now as I let her go, she has to rebuild hers. Whats broken can not be mended, what's hurt can not be healed. No matter how dark it gets, the sun might not rise again. Hurting someone's feelings is as easy as throwing a rock in the deep ocean, you never know how deep it will go. Maybe I am just the villain in her story. It's like when I read, I have lived a thousand lives each with a villain. I am hers.

My father never made time for me, my mother never sided with me. Elizabeth stood by me for ages just for me to let her go. I'm such a selfish dick. I shouldn't of left her. It's all my fault, why didn't I just warn her. The whiskey hits the back of my throat again. Then I could've left without hurting her. I just know how much it would've broken her when she woke up alone. All my thoughts are about her. I can't stay here. Not if I don't know if I will survive or not, if I will see her again or not. But I have to do this, not for my family but for the only little piece of hope I have left. Elizabeth. I have to win the battle. I have to rule everything for her. I need her back in my arms to heal my pain. I reach for her but she's not here. I left her all alone in her bed. My busted knuckles sting but I just drink away my pain. All of it. The only thing on my mind is, is she safe though? Maybe we are lovers, just in another universe.