His Little Feather

Monster

Heathers POV

Draco and I rushed down stairs.

We needed to know what the fuck was going on but at the same time we needed to stay hidden. 

When we got to the top of the stairs we saw a crowd around something.

Draco walked in front of me, trying to hide me with his body.

I grabbed his arm and didn't let go.

We slowly approached the crowd. No one seemed to notice us. They were all focused on whatever they saw.

I felt something seeping into my shoe. I looked down and saw a trail of red, thick, blood.

My eyes went wide and my grip tightened on Draco's arm. He didnt notice. His eyes were glued forward.

I looked towards whatever he was so stricken by.

I saw my father. Laying in a puddle of his own blood.

I didnt let my mouth fall.

Draco whisked me away from everyone.

My head spun. I felt sick to my stomach because apart of me was.. happy. Was I that horrible of a person? He was my father and yet I was hoping he would bleed out right there.

Draco ran to his room and pushed me in.

I walked in. I was out of it. I couldn't hear anything over the thoughts screaming in my head.

He closed the door and made sure it was locked.

He paused for a second and looked at me. His pale face had a look of sorrow on it. 

"What?" I finally asked. My tone came off as annoyed.

He looked at me. His silver eyes gave me comfort.

"I'm fine Draco" I said coldly.

I know he didn't believe me. But I dont get why. My father was a horrible person, who beat me and Draco knew that. Why was I supposed to be distraught over him getting stabbed when he never gave a shit about me.

He let out a sigh.

I felt my head start to spin even more. My legs were about to buckle. Draco sensed it. He ran towards me and caught me just as I was about to fall.

"Darling?!" he yelled rushing to grab me.

I curled up in his arms on the floor.

"I'm scared Dray" I said softly.

"I know" he replied, stroking my hair.

"No" I said. "You don't know."

He paused and didn't say anything. 

My lip began to tremble and my eye's were starting to fill with tears. 

"I'm scared because I feel nothing" I said my voice started to crack. "I looked at my fathers unconscious, bloody body and didnt feel a thing" tears streamed down my face. "Am I a monster?"