Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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I don't know why I was acting this way, or why I was acting so irrational, I didn't even know myself anymore. All I knew was that my heart was breaking into pieces right in front of me. And the worst part was that I couldn't even let myself cry.

The anger was rising in me once more, at him, at myself, at everyone and everything around me. What was happening to me? Why was I acting this way? I just couldn't seem to get myself to calm down, every time I tried, my heart beat faster, and my palms were soaked of perspiration. Why was this happening? Why couldn't I be a normal person and have normal reactions to situations like this?

I feel my throat tightening, my eyes start to water, and I know I'm on the verge of a breakdown. I take a deep breath. I have to keep myself together.

I felt anger. So much anger. I couldn't even find where to direct the anger, at myself, at him, at this shitty situation.

So instead, I just let it all out. I cried, then I noticed my room starting to vibrate, the things on my desk staring to fall down due to the vibration, I feel my eyes burning, the window clattering

I keep going, I don't care anymore. I let the tears flow freely and the scream out loud and I feel the anger burning inside me. A part of me feels like I'm losing my mind, but the other part of me feels like I'm finally releasing everything that I've kept pent in for so long.

I let out a final shriek out, and then the room is still, and once the last tear falls from my face, I feel the exhaustion settling in. I slowly slide down against the wall until I'm sitting on the floor, taking in deep breaths, too tired to even go over to the bed and lie down. I'm numb now, both physically and mentally.

I stand in front of the mirror, taking in my bright red eyes. I don't even recognize the girl looking back at me, she looks so angry, so full of rage. I don't know where all of this anger is coming from, but I just can't stop. It's like whatever was holding in all this anger has finally burst open, I know I promised myself I'll control my emotions so I don't let my powers out, but this seems too much I couldn't stop.

I hear the books on my shelf falling down one by one the lamp falling down from the bedside table.

The room starts to shake again, and I feel like I can hear my heart beat as the walls seem to vibrate, I hear a soft thud on the walls, my body starts to shake, and the vibrations become more intense, and I start to lose control of my powers. I can't stop myself now.

My powers are starting to get out of control as the things on my desk start to topple off and fall to the ground and my bed starts to shake from the intensity of the vibrations.

My mind still reeling from the anger, I let it out through my powers. Everything seems to collapse and I feel powerful in this moment. But the more I feel this power, the more the vibrations grow stronger, the more the room shakes from the anger I let go of. I need to stop. I need to calm myself down.

I try to stop, to stop crying and feeling anything, but the windows started to crack

My hands move faster, trying to calm myself down, trying to think of calm and soothing images to ease my mind off the anger, but the vibrations are getting to be too much. I close my eyes so I won't have to see the anger and red eyes that are haunting me. But the vibrations only seem to get worse.

I start to yell out in anger at nothing, at myself, at the pain I feel right now, and the shaking intensifies with each yell until the glass of the windows started to crack open.

And I don't know what it is, but watching them break brings on more rage. "Stop" I screamed at myself, but it was no use, the rage only heightened, I was out of control, and I couldn't stop it. All I could feel was the anger surging through my veins.

Crack. Crack. The windows crackled, splinters of glass falling onto the ground from the cracks. I just watch what's happening, watching the windows cracks getting bigger, spreading like a spiderweb, and I feel the anger growing inside me, it's almost like I'm doing this subconsciously.

Crack. Crack. A long, deep crack spreads to reach the far end of the window, I can't stop myself, I'm just watching in horror as the glass is about to break under the pressure. The shaking of the room is still intense, almost as if I'm stuck on the edge of an earthquake. I'm close to losing control over my powers, I'm close to letting myself lose it.

Crack. The glass breaks.

I watch as the glass falls to pieces, my mind in a fog of rage and anger and fear. The shaking of the room is starting to get out of control, things falling off the desks as I watch the wall cracks spread from the windows to the doors. I can barely feel myself anymore, my body feels like it's burning hot, as if I'm going to burst into flames at any moment.

The objects in the room crash down, books, lamps, my desk. I feel the earth moving underneath me, like there's an earthquake happening right now, but I don't even notice how much destruction I'm causing. All I care about is this uncontrollable rage, this unstoppable force, and it is the most frightening thing I've ever felt.

I wanted to stop, I'm trying to stop, but it isn't stopping, then the door flew open my mom's eyes widened, as she sees me, "Thea, deep breaths calm down," she tells me standing outside the door, taking small steps inside my room.

I freeze, the sound of my mom's voice snapping me back to reality. I feel the rage and anger slowly start to fade. I realize that the rage has been replaced with this sharp, piercing headache in the back of my head, and I feel all my energy suddenly drain away. I collapse onto the floor, my heart beating rapidly, and I feel my breathing shallow and uneven.

I feel tired, so unbelievably tired all of a sudden. I feel like I just ran a marathon, my body is panting for air, and I feel out of breath. I stare up at my mom, my heart still beating fast, trying to take deep, calming breaths now. But I feel so exhausted, so drained. I feel like I'm about to pass out.

Even after the shaking has stopped, even after my rage has started to die down, the headache is now pulsating through my head like a needle and the exhaustion is seeping through me like poison. My body feels numb, and I can barely lift myself up, so I curl up in a fetal position on the floor as I try to calm my breathing.

My mom rushed towards me, kneeling down, not caring about the broken pieces of glass on the floor she picked my head into her hands, pulling it on her lap, "It's okay, you're fine," she coos rubbing my arms

"I couldn't stop," I mumble through my breath, "I felt the anger, and I felt like... like I was gonna explode," I feel my chest start to heave, and my breath becomes uneven.

"It's okay," my mom says, rocking me back and forth, "It's okay, you couldn't control it. It's not your fault. You couldn't control it."

She pull me close to her.
"I know you're stronger than that. You just need to be more cautious about those powers of yours." she pauses a little and then asks, "How are you feeling now?" she asks me.

"Tired" it's the shortest answer I can give her, I'm too exhausted to say anything else. And it's the truth.

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Rewritten on: 1st May.