Inside

One, Draco Malfoy.

"Get up fatty! Don't wanna get even fatter that you already are!"

"I heard sex burns a lot of calories, don't be a fat prude Draco!"

"You say a word and I will beat you senseless."

I sat alone, Running my fingers through my platinum hair while staring at the green wall of the common room.

I focused on the slight burn in my left wrist and not on what she told me.

How could I let her do this.

Because you're just fat weak Draco Malfoy. A freak with no fri1ends
You know it's true. Crave and Goyle hate you and so does everyone else.

Why would anyone care about stupid Draco?

I tried to block out my thoughts but I couldn't.

It had to stop. I couldn't live like this? How could anyone expect me to? I pulled myself up and dragged my lifeless body to the lavatory. Searching under a tile on the floor I found my box of happiness.

Picking my special knife, I watched as the lights reflected across the blade, and onto the cold tiled walls.

After a few seconds of admiration i Slid it across my wrist. Again and again again. I indulged in the feeling of blood trickling down my wrist and into the sink. It was a. Good thirty slashes later before I put it back to head down to the library.

I was Travelling down the spiral stair case when some first year bumped into me and I winced

"Oh I'm so sorry, are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you!" they rushed their words out.

"I-I-It's f-f-fine" I stuttered and i kept walking

When I turned the corner into the library, a Ravenclaw girl was the only one there. I went and grabbed a book on the top shelf, and I guess my sleeve slid down because it just so happened that she saw the cuts.

"Are you ok there Draco?"
She asked

I played it off like I didn't know what she was talking about "yes I can reach it."

"No, I meant your arm," she spoke softly in her thick accent

"I-I'm fine.. The are old... I'm past it"
I replied shakily

Lies. The fresh ones are farther up and on your hips and thighs.

I ignored my mind and left. Feeling really awkward about that..
I know I recognize her from somewhere... Probably one of Harry's friends..

Sitting on the windowsill I remembered the first day I got here,
As I look back on it I probably looked really stupid, I was trying to look cool with Crabbe and Goyle, I had my hair slicked back with WAY too much gel (my father did it,) and I probably acted like a prat. But I legitimately wanted a friend. But Weasley and granger had probably told him all about my family.
I didn't mean to act like a prick, I was just a kid.

My brain Refocuses and I realize that I missed breakfast, oh well I wasn't going to eat anyways.. I'm just a fat ass who needs to starve.

As I drag my body down the stairs, to my dormitory, I spot something out of place... I thought Goyle was at dinner... I guess not. He leaves, probably to go stuff his face with food.
I go to grab my box and I find out it's not there.... If pansy found it the whole school would know by now, and no one else would dare go in my room.... Unless.. Maybe that wasn't Goyle... I hope that wasn't potter drinking his
Blasted polyjuice again...

Whatever... I probably just misplaced it...

I plopped my head down on my pillow and eventually I fell asleep, pushing the dark thoughts out of my mind