In The Arms of the Monster

Chapter Twenty-One Pain

Draco's Point of View

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                I looked at the spot where she disappeared she just needs to think I tell myself. I go and lay down in our room after a while I can't sit still. I stand up and wander into the kitchen I look at the knives. I walk away from there and sit to watch the news. I can't sit still so I wander back to the kitchen to get some food. I grab food and once again look at the knives. "Stop," I say out loud, "She didn't leave for good. Calm down go for a walk but don't fall back on your old habit." I walk outside for a while, but then things remind me of certain days or things she said. I walk back  inside and into the kitchen. I look at the knives and pick one up. I pull up my sleeve. I come to my senses and drop the knife to flee. I run fast down the lane towards the town, I can make it there. I realize with shock that I ran the wrong way towards the sea. I know that unless I stay out there all night I'll fall back. I sit there for a while until it starts getting cold and a light rain falls. I curse and run back to the house. I pick the knife up from where I'd dropped it. I stare at it and move my sleeve up, completely in a trance that I can't break. I put the knife against my arm and push slightly. I gasp, it'd been three years since I'd done this I'd forgotten how much it hurt. I make slices on my arm, going blind from the pain, careful to only cut where it won't make permanent damage. I look at my arm and realize that by the time I'd started to cut my arm the sun at gone down, and had been down for a while. It had risen already it was very early. I look at my arm and then look up and see, with shock, Hermione standing in the doorway looking shocked. "Her-" I croak, before the pain sears up my arm and I drop the knife. I hear her scream my name. I fall onto the floor. I open my eyes and see her looking at me with worry before the pain gets too bad and I pass out, the last thing I see is her face her beautiful face. I know that the last thing I'll ever hear is "I love you Draco." And everything goes black.