Dramione Fanfic

chapter 15

Back home, off the run

Singing songs that make you slit your wrists

It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun

So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying (are you there at all?)

If you want I'll keep on crying (do you care at all?)

Did you get what you deserve? (are you there at all?)

Is this what you always want me for?

-Cemetery drive, My chemical Romance

Draco

God, why didn't I stop her. I had made her cry and it wasn't even for a good reason. I sat back down on the couch and pushed my hands into my face.

I knew what I wanted to do now and tried to convince myself not to do it. I failed and got up to find some blades. When I did I tried to find a private place. I decided on the prefect bathroom.

I stood over the sink and, once again, I tried to convince myself not to do this. Once again, I failed. I looked into the mirror. I was a wreck, I was skinny and if I looked closely I could see my ribs through my shirt. My hair was floppy and a little tangled. I looked down at my arms and rolled my sleeves up to my elbows. I hadn't realised it before but I was sobbing and my hands were shaking. I had cast a spell on the door so I knew no one would come in.