𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | Draco Malfoy

40 | the past won't forget me

"Shh, baby..." His voice rang through my ears like nails on a chalkboard, making my headache even worse. I however did not struggle. All I did was cry, cry, cry until the skin around my eyes was red and irritated to a point where crying had started to hurt. Still, it was the only thing I did lately.

The familiar pain was back on my wrists. My body felt so weak due to the lack of food he'd given me these days, but still, I turn my head and find him wrapping the slightly rusted chains back around my wrists. "S-Stop it... please.." I sob softly, agony soared through me, making the realization hit even harder. He wasn't going to stop.

"You look so pretty when you cry." He said, chaining me to the bed before sliding his hands from my arms down to my waist. I barely feel anything. When he did this I'd usually stare at the ceiling and wait for him to be done.

"So pretty.." He said again, his voice lowering. He grabbed onto my waist, squeezing to the point where I was able to feel it. "Riley— that h-hurts.." I managed to get out, squirming my body, making the chains hit the headboard.

"Does it now..?" A voice said, a voice that wasn't Riley's. I blinked about ten times to clear my vision. When I saw those dark eyes and that dark hair, my insides twisted, and my vision was blurry again because of the tears that were streaming down my face like rivers again. "N-No.."

He came even closer, a little grin of amusement on his face. "N-No, Leo... no..." I panicked, digging my feet into the mattress, trying to push myself away from him. "You really misbehaved, didn't you?" Leo spoke. I blinked and blinked and now saw that he wasn't the same Leo I used to know.

There was a bullet wound on his forehead, and one on his chest. His skin didn't look healthy. It looked grey almost. He looked... dead.

And he was.

"N-No.. you.. y-you're.." I couldn't get any words out, my throat seemed to be closing up. "Didn't I tell you that I was always one step ahead, darling?" He grinned, then brought his hand to his forehead. My eyes widened in horror when he pushed two fingers into his wound, then took out the bullet.

The wound healed.

"And you actually thought that killing me, falling in love with Malfoy and writing me a letter was going to make me disappear, hm?" He asked me, tilting his head. My heart was thumping so loudly under my ribs that the pain I was feeling there were probably my now broken ribs. "Pathetic.."

Leo reached for the knife on the nightstand, bringing it to me— to my thigh. "Now, let's make sure that those initials stay permanently this time." He said, grabbing onto my thigh with force. I screamed on top of my lungs, and then—

I sat up in bed, a loud gasp leaving my mouth. The first thing I saw was my couch, my couch. Not Leo's couch, not Riley's couch, my couch. I held my hand on my chest, right on my heart, feeling it race. I hadn't even noticed that I was crying.

Draco was sleeping, and I didn't want to worry him. While holding my hand on my heart, and feeling everything start to blur, I stepped out of bed, racing out of the room.

Breathe, breathe..
Damnit, breathe!

Oh, no. This was not a good time to have a panic attack. And over a dream? I was gasping for breath, racing down the stairs, my body shaking so much that I almost fell. Once down, I felt the floor sway beneath my feet, making me reach for something to grab onto, but nothing was there. This wasn't normal, this wasn't healthy.

You fucking overly sensitive, disgusting piece of shit. I hate you, I hate you!

My cries were only getting more hysterical— God, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe. My vision was blurry and I could hear voices everywhere and I was gonna die, die, die, die, die...