𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬: Draco Malfoy

T H I R T Y - O N E

{TW: mentions of torture, abuse}

~STAY~

"Where is she." His mind raced, his heart accelerating with every breath and every word he said. He was going to go insane mentally and somehow, people could say physically.

"She'll be back mate don't worry it's Nov—" He tried to reassure him as he paced around.

"No no, you don't understand, I said something." The panic was visible on his face, desperately speed-walking through the corridors and halls.

"She'll be back Draco it's okay get some rest, I'll go look for her." Blaise said in a soothing manner, trying to get Draco a bit less petrified.

"It's been a week! A week too long! I should've never said that to her, I should've never let her leave!" He panicked.

"Draco calm down its okay, she'll turn up. Maybe the went home." He tried calming him down.

Draco desperately needed sleep. In only a week, there was dark circles under his eyes, he became paler. He looked a little weaker.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna pass out Blaise. Fuck!" His voice panicking, holding his head with both hands.

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[A month later]

My bones ached, the agony being too much for me to handle.

I was curled up in a ball in the corner of the cell. My knees scrunched up and my head resting in my crossed arms. Tears slowly seeped out of my eyes and stained my cheeks.

My own mind drove me to insanity. I convinced herself he loved me. I saw him at night, in my dreams. I wished I would never woke up. I wish to see him, at-least one more time.

And I would hallucinate, seeing him standing in the cell with me.

I saw his smile, he would reach his hand out and grab hold of my tiny fingers, bringing it to his lips and kissing them ever so softly.

I saw the twinkle in his eyes, and he'd tell me he loved me.

But it was all hallucinations.

I was living with my thoughts, blood rushing as his name flooded my brain.

I would count the number of cracks in the walls, past attempts from prisoners eagerly searching for a way out.

Everyday was the same, a simple meal would be all I got. Mostly just some crackers and water. I'd stay cooped up in the corner of this cell, not having a bed to rest on. I would just sleep on the floor, using my arms as a blanket, curling up as I cried myself to sleep.

I'd force memories of us into my brain, falling asleep while thinking about him, thinking about what we would do. Then I'd dream of him, I dreamt of the comfort of being with him.

I was hurting, my bones ached. I understood my own sorrow underlying the sigh that fled my mouth.

I have been tortured, multiple times. I've been crucio'd, and have had the control curse used on me. I've been drawn to hurting myself, to breaking bones. My left arm was broken.