The Mark

Draco

I walk the halls, I've been doing this every night since the first week at Hogwarts. Pansy and Blaise, though I love them both dearly, have been hovering over me. They're worried, and I understand why. I've never let myself show much emotion. For many reasons, my father is the main one, but there's also Voldemort, of course. Though, technically Voldemort wouldn't be an issue without my father... And of course now I have a reputation to uphold, though, again, my father's fault. I guess I can blame all my problems on him. Regardless, emotion and me- don't go well together. This year especially I've been closed off. Unfeeling, cold. Pansy and Blaise know why, they saw me get the dark mark. They saw you kno- Voldemort, burn it into my flesh.
They were lucky, the dark lord hasn't made them get it yet, but it's only a matter of time. None of us ever wanted this lifestyle. That's what nobody seems to understand. We had no choice. Voldemort threatened my mother's life, he threatened Maggie's life- Blaise's little sister, and Pansy's entire family, death eater father and all. That's why I got the dark mark. I don't agree with Voldemort's morals, but I do care about my mother's life. It's just not fair! I collapse against a wall and let my emotional barrier down. I sob, the pain of my life feels unbearable. Why me? That's the question of the century.
Why do I have to be born into a family of death eaters? Why was my mother forced to marry a man she despised? Why do I have to serve the dark lord? Why am I the one that has to kill Dumbledore? Why? Why? Why?