When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 1. Why am I alive?

"Is this him? The veela?"

"Yeah, I caught him just a while ago."

"Not a pretty sight are yah." He pokes me with his foot. I didn't move. I couldn't move.

"He's going to mature, besides, his hair isn't half as bad, I think I even like it. An unusually pretty blond."

"His hair yeh, but look at his eyes, I doubt he even sees anything. They look so dull."

"What did you expect? He's spelled half to death already. But they were probably a pretty grey when he still had the sparkle."

"Well, he's too old for that shit. I ain't got time for this, lets get it on with."

Someone is lifting me. My body feels numb. I close my eyes.

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We're somewhere. They put me down. It's dark, and cold. It's a stone floor. Like the one we have at home, in our basement, in our dungeons.

They leave. I can see their shadows disappearing together with the small light. It's dark as night. I can't see my hand in front of me. I don't want to see it either. It hurts. I know how my hand must look like. Like the rest of my body. I'm awful. I deserve to be here. I deserve to be thrown away. I never did anything right.

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They came back. They laugh. They smell like father use to after he's been out with his friends. I never liked that smell. It made my father angry.

They undress me. Why? Let me go... I'm freezing. Why can't I speak? Why can't I say no? Why don't they see my tears? Why don't they stop?

It hurts. It's too big. That's not a place for a thing like that. I can feel the blood. They continue to laugh. I can't move. All I feel is pain, and coldness. A man is behind me, putting his thing in me. It's wrong. It's not supposed to be there. A man stands before me. He takes my face in his hand. Cold hands... don't touch me. You're filthy. He forces my mouth open. I can't restrain. My mouth is full. Just as full as I am below my back. It's disgusting. It tastes weird. I hate it. I can't breath. It hurts. I can feel blood run down my legs.

I'm weak, father tells me. I'm horrible he tells me. It's true. Why? Cause my father says so. Everything my father says is true. Everyone knows that. If someone says he's wrong... I'll never see that person again. I know what father's doing to them. I've heard them. I hear them. They're close, really close. I'm here too. I said my father was wrong. I deserve this. My father is never wrong. I'm a freak. It hurts. Why am I alive? Father asks. Why do you live?

I don't know. I know it's wrong to live. I know it's wrong... Yet, I want to. Father says to take your life is weak. To take your own life is wrong. I can't do something father will be mad at. I can't take my life.

But father wants me dead. I know I'm supposed to be dead. I don't deserve to live. Cause my father said so. What am I supposed to do? How can I make father happy?

They left. I'm bleeding. It hurts, I can't move. But I know... They will be back.

And they came back. Many... many... many times. Father too. He came. I know I'm disgusting. I know I'm an eye sore. I know I don't deserve to be here, I don't deserve my name. Cause father said so. 

A/N: I've not written this kind of fanfic before, I've barely written anything at all. But yeah, this is a short chapter for the book. If you like it, please let me know. Then I might be more eager to update more frequently. Thank you for reading :) <3 //Keiiyou.