Lucius Malfoy glared at him, still filled with anger and disappointment. He was not accustomed to seeing his son cry, especially when it came to "something so weak" as depression. Draco felt completely powerless and alone in front of his father, and the overwhelming sadness and pain came pouring out in waves. "Shut up." Lucius shouted, "Stop crying like a baby. You're weak, just like your mother!
"I-I'm trying..." Draco sobbbered, but it was too late for his father to show him any kind of sympathy.
Lucius Malfoy raised his hand, ready to hit Draco as punishment for being weak. Draco flinched backwards, trying to protect himself from his father's impending blow.
Lucius Malfoy's expression hardened even more. He was furious that his son was still displaying weakness in front of him. He brought his hand down in a hard slap across Draco's face. The impact was strong enough to send Draco stumbling back, his head spinning from the pain.
"You're an embarrassment!" Lucius Malfoy shouted at his son."I know I'm weak but I'm...trying..." Draco sobbed, overwhelmed, tears streaming down his face.He suddenly felt a burning sensation on his cheek, where his father had struck him. He tried to hold back the tears, but the pain was too much and he broke down.
"You're an embarrassment!" Lucius Malfoy shouted at his son.
"I know I'm weak but I'm...trying..." Draco sobbed, overwhelmed, tears streaming down his face.He suddenly felt a burning sensation on his cheek, where his father had struck him. He tried to hold back the tears, but the pain was too much and he broke down.
Draco lay sobbing on the floor, broken and defenseless. He couldn't stop crying, despite his efforts to regain control. He hated himself for being so weak and pathetic, and for continuing to disappoint his father.
Lucius Malfoy had left the room, leaving Draco alone on the floor, sobbing and shaking. He was in a state of complete despair, his entire body wracked with pain from his father's blow and his mind swirling in the turmoil of negative thoughts and emotions.
Draco lay on the floor, his head spinning and his eyes glazed with tears. He was overwhelmed by all the negative thoughts and emotions flooding his brain. As he continued to cry, he noticed a packet of pills sitting on a nearby table.
He lay there for a moment, contemplating the pills. His body ached all over and all he wanted was the pain to go away.Draco didn't know what type of pills they were, but he knew they were something his father used to numb the pain.
Draco reached towards the packet of pills and picked it up. He examined it for a moment, his thumb hovering over the plastic wrap. He didn't know what kind of pills they were or if they would really help him to feel better, but he was willing to try anything.
Draco pulled out one of the pills, contemplating it. He didn't know what it would do to him, but he was willing to try anything to make himself feel better. He wanted the pain to go away, and he wanted to escape from the reality that he was living in.
Draco's vision suddenly swam with colors, and a presence began to take shape. He wasn't sure if he was going crazy or if this was real, but he could see the ghost of someone standing right before him. The presence felt familiar, like a long-lost friend, and it comforted Draco a little bit.
Draco continued to stare at this ghostlike figure. It felt like the presence was looking at him directly, making him feel a little less alone and less fearful. The presence radiated a sense of warmth and compassion and understanding, which provided Draco with some much-needed comfort.
Draco kept staring at the presence and suddenly found the courage to talk to it. He didn't know if she could hear him, but it felt like she was listening and comforting him just by being there.
Despite the comfort he was feeling, Draco felt a little bit embarrassed that he was talking to this presence, like he was talking to himself. He didn't want to look crazy, but he also didn't want to lose this sense of companionship that the presence was providing.
Draco felt tears filling up his eyes again as he gazed at the ghostly presence, reminded of the loss of his friend. He felt the tears flooding down his cheeks and he let himself continue to cry without trying to stop them.
Draco felt the presence of the ghostly figure slowly fade away, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss when it did. He knew it had all been in his imagination, but it did provide him with a sense of comfort while it was there. He was sad to see it disappear.
