Slytherin Pride

The Monster is Inside of Me

Draco's POV

(This is an extremely sad chapter. I hope it isnt triggering, and, if it is, my apologies. I also hope that it isn't too graphic.)

I counted down the days 'till school began. I was tortured everyday. I was twice as bad as I was when I saw Gin. I faked blacking out. Bella would stop sooner. But not right away. She would laugh and cackle as I writhed on the floor telling me stories and burning words onto my skin. My mother would be banging on the door and as soon as Bella stopped my mother would burst in and start crying on my unconscious body. She mended my bones but my father would let her do nothing more. I barely moved because every time I did a cut would burst opened and ooze black and green puss. I always gagged from the smell and, of course, the sight. Only a day remained 'till school started up again. 'Till I could get away from this hell hole. I turned over and yelped. Three huge gashes burst open and the puss bled through my white tee shirt. I didn't bother to get up. I laid on my side and stared at the open window. I wondered if it would even hurt to jump out. To die. To leave. Not as much as living did. There was no possible way. I sighed but my breath caught when my door rattled. "Knockitty knockitty." Aunt Bella's shrill voice sounded behind the door. "One moment, Aunt Bella. I'm changing." I leap out of bed and bit a chunk of my fist to keep me from just plain out screaming. She laughed. "I won't wait but a minute." I nodded and then stopped to think. Why did I just nod? She can't see me. I shook my head and shrugged as I pulled off my puss covered shirt. I replaced it with a black muscle tee. One my mother had given me for Christmas. I threw on a pair of black jeans and shot out of my room limping. "Oh dear. Well I'm afraid I can't torture you at the moment. I hate missing out on bonding time. Pity, isn't it Draco?" She smiled evilly. I swallowed hard and gave a sharp nod and stared at the floor. "I came to tell you your father has been sentenced to a trial." My head shot up. My back yelled in pain but I didn't listen. "What? Why? He was innocent. He already had one..." Her eyes flared. "Watch your tongue, or I will squeeze a session in." I open and closed my mouth inhaling deeply. "Your father has been accused of torturing his son. Of course he couldn't give me away, so he went along with it. Poor daddy." I was about to strangle that slutty smirk of her bitchy face. He was still my father. "Why." I looked directly at her. "What will happen. Why did you say poor daddy?" She smirked yet again. "Oh...they will treat him to a...guilty kiss." I almost gasped. "YOUR NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING?! YOUR JUST GOING TO SIT HERE WHILE MY FATHER GETS KISSED?" I took a step towards her. She slipped out her wand. "Watch it Draco...I could slip a word or two out...oops." I grabbed the wand and threw it across the hallway. "I'm not scared of you." She still smiled. "Oh, Draco...dark Magic is so far greater than simple spells with wands...you made a big mistake." And with that black smoke included me. I was moved into a dreaming stage. Wisps of smoke turned to objects. Then moving images. The Dark Mark appeared. It was being touched. The five slits crossed it opened up. I was drowning in my own blood. Then another picture appeared and the blood was gone. Then my parents stood in front of me. Voldemort stood at my side. He ordered them to kneel. And I then killed them both with a smile plastered on my face. Then the image changed again. I saw Ginny running. I was in a tree. I found myself jumping down and tackling her. "Draco...please they're chasing me...please!" I laughed mechanically. "Too bad." I then stretched her a cross the barren road. Up ahead the death eater rode on horses. "Draco...DRACO!!!" I just smiled and watched the light leave her eyes as she was trampled to death. Tears streamed down my face. Then another picture appeared. It was me. Hanging from my ceiling. Obviously dead. My neck turned sideways. My eyes staring up. My face a general blue. Then my door rattled and opened. My mother gasped. Following her came Ginny. They both hugged each other and cried. Then they stood up. They both nodded and Ginny said the scary words...."Adva Kendra" and she fell to the floor. "NO!" I screamed but the image didn't stop. Next my mother conjured a blade out of black smoke. Using my wand. She struck her self and lay down beside Ginny to bleed to death. I looked down but the images followed. Tears continued to flow down my face. The image changed. It was me. I had a baby in my arms. Ginny clung to my side. I was smiling. Then I took a blade and stabbed it clean through the baby. Ginny gasped and tried to run away but I held her arm. She screamed as I jabbed at her chest until she was a bleeding mess and a dead mess at that. I dropped to my knees and the floating pictures followed. I was in Olivavander's. Getting my wand. Voldemort stood at my side. "Ah. This one will do. Give it a swing." Voldemort prodded me in the side. I swung it and the wand keeper collapsed on the floor. Dead. "Give it another wave Draco..." Voldemort hissed in my ear and so I did. Killing everyone I set my wand upon. The images disappeared. I sat sobbing on the floor. Bella laughed. "Aww. Such a killer." She left me alone in the hallway. Picked up her wand and left. I sat there and cried. What if I did those things? What is I was going to? Killing a child. Killed my mother. Killing Ginny. I cried more. "I-I'm such a horrible person. I c-can't do this." I curled my legs up bursting more cuts. I could care less. The more pain the better. It was like after opening those slits all my nightmares spilt out. Maybe that's what's keeping them inside of me. I looked around. I could release them. Be happy. I found nothing so I stood. Stretched. Bursting all the cuts. And walked towards my bathroom. I opened the drawers frantically searching till I came upon my stack of blades. I picked out a long thin one. About as long as my little finger and slid it across my dark mark. I felt the pain start to ooze out. Blood came out as well. I cut over the second slit. I felt more relief. I smiled and dragged the blade down a little faster. The blood began to run down my arm. I cut across the fourth. The blood was now flowing. I was feeling happy. Peaceful even. I slid the blade sharply across the first closed slit. I felt like going to sleep...so tired...of everything. And so I slumped against the wall. Unconious.

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