𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 | D.M

~26~ 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 ~26~

A/n: I hope you enjoy this chapter. Possible emotional warning

Song: Recess (slowed) - Melanie Martinez <3
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It was beautiful, until it wasn't

Draco's POV:

I don't know how many times I'm going to have to say this.

Maybe if I shout it from the fucking rooftops.

Then something might actually happen.

I wish I was fucking dead.

This proves my theory that I am actually a bad person.

'Bad things happen to good people'

Right?

So why the fuck aren't I dead yet?

Huh?

Why is the universe making things so damn hard for me?

Why can't life be so easy?

People say that life is a test and that there is something greater beyond this world.

Y'know what I say to that?

Let me copy off your fucking paper.

Cause this was a test that I never studied for nor signed up to take.

-one month ago-

July 18th

Me and Y/n's relationship was on again off again.

That fight we had the day after my birthday was basically the breaking point of our relationship.

Right now we were off again.

I haven't heard from her in a few weeks.

Last I heard was that she went back home.

I really did miss her.

Like fucking alot.

Today was the day I have long been dreading.

I really wish something could happen that prevented me from going through with it.

What's a guy have to do to get himself killed?

I stopped staying in Y/n's room.

Mariana said I was welcome to stay as long as I wanted but, it just felt lonesome sleeping in my ex girlfriend's room.

Especially since we weren't even on speaking terms.

So I did the only thing I could.

I moved back home.

I really didn't think it was that bad when I was younger.

I just thought that everyone's dad treated them the way mine did to me.

Now that I'm older I really do realize how shitty my childhood was.

From the outside looking in it seemed like I was living a lavish and perfect life.

I really don't blame you if you saw me like that.

Money really can distort everything.

Even other people's perception of you.

The hallways always scared me when I was younger.

They were too narrow and dim that I would always cry every time I was left alone upstairs.

I still believe to this day that these halls are haunted.

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You haven't spoken to him in almost three weeks.