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PROLOGUE. CATCH ME WHEN I FALL.
All I want to do right now is cry and scream and let it all out because it's killing me inside.
ABRAXAS MALFOY shuddered when he heard the words of the howler from his parents, all about some complaints from the professors because of him being ignorant and always in a trance; they didn't know a single thing about how he felt lonely, and how he suddenly felt depressed as though the world was up against him. He didn't enjoy those weeks of entirely getting ignored at, and how nobody gave care of him.
It felt like he wasn't even their child..
He felt like the worst person who has walked upon this world. Both wizarding or not.
It was not as if he wanted to gather attention, he wanted appreciation, and he wanted to have somebody who could appreciate his own well-being. He didn't want nothing but just somebody acknowledging his existence, somebody actually caring for him. . . unlike his parents. His foremost selfish and horrible parents that not once gave one glance towards him until now.
He remembered how they gave no damn when their relative has passed when he was younger; he remembered how he tried peeking to see if they were secretly mourning, he tried looking at them in the eye but there was absolutely nothing.
He remembered clearly how his mother slapped him harshly when he accidentally slipped up a comment back to her ungrateful words, his father barely stopping her when she kept yelling at him with words she didn't regret saying, his cheek was red, the stinging feeling kept close to him until the house elf gave him an ice pack.
Or how he overheard his parents in his father's office, speaking at how much they think of him as a disgrace to this family; how often they felt as though they regret even having him here. He didn't thought much about it before, he was still little. But now he has realized that nobody in his family members has been by his side from the start, he didn't know what to do and how to fix it.
He even believed they knew he was there, eavesdropping at their conversation.
And for that, he despised them.
As the howler ripped into shreds of parchment after it blabbered on and and, dropping down to the wooden coffee table, he took it all, piece by piece and walked over to the fireplace, coldly throwing it there immediately as it burned into dry ashes. He didn't care whether this'll get a consequence, whether his actions do or not and he deeply wished somebody out there will lift his hand and help him.
