CHAPTER 3

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Draco's POV

*Starts the next morning*

I WAKE to the sound of a door being slammed. 

Reluctantly, I get out of bed and make my way to the closet. Great- Time for another day of school. 

I make my way downstairs. He's not home.                                                                    Before I go, I take a glance at the mirror in the living room. A foreign reflection unwillingly stares back at me. My face looks stern and tired- displaying exactly how I feel, for the whole world to see. I try to mask it all- but it's helpless. The scars are still visible- both the ones inside and outside. The scars on the out side may heal but never the ones inside. They're permanent. They will never go.                                                                                                               I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!                                                                 

 "AGHHHH" I throw everything that's on the fire place onto the bare floor. Pictures, ornaments everything, anything, that represents him. Every time I think of him, Bile threatens to appear in my throat.

After some time, I crouch to the floor and begin to pick everything up and put it back as I let out a sob. I leave the house and walk to school with the wind violently pressing against my face.

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