I Understand

Escape

WARNING!! Detailed depictions of self-harm. For those who do not want to read it, there will be a summary at the end, you can skip ahead to that.

Please, do not read if this is a sensitive topic to you, I don't want to be the cause of any panic or anxiety attacks.

I also ask the comments from going too far into detail.

Sorry for any inconveniences.

~ The Fool

Despite Draco Malfoy's attempts to avoid people, they always found him.

All he wanted was to be alone. But here he was, surrounded by 6th years, in a secluded corridor. 

He knew he deserve this. All the words they threw at him, he's heard them all before.

Traitor. Death Eater. Murder. Bastard. Evil. Abomination. Shit. Whore. Less. Useless. Unwanted. Disappointment. Unloved. Not Worth It. Just Like His Father.

They were all titles they threw at him, they wanted to hurt him, he couldn't blame them. He was a unwanted, unloved, useless, murdering bastard. He was a Death Eater. His mark would never go away. He was never going to erase what he had done.

Even though he deserved this, he needed to get out of this hallway. He needed to leave. Needed to go take care of the itch on his left forearm. He was done trying to stop himself like he had promised his mother, done. 

He tried to push past the 6th years, tried to remove himself, but they wouldn't let him.

"Running scared? Just like the fucking Malfoy  you are. What? Don't want to fight back. Maybe I'll just have to punch harder." A tall 6th year Ravenclaw said, stepping toward Draco and swinging with all her might.

Draco didn't even try to dodge, there was no point. She had hit him pretty hard, and he took a step back, only to be tripped by a small Hufflepuff boy behind him.

He fell to the ground and gently touched his face, but made no attempt to stand up. They'd get bored. They'd leave. All the other groups did.

The leader of the group, a Gryffindor he didn't recognize, walked up and smirked down at him. "Scared Malfoy?"

Draco said the first thing that came to mind. "You wish." Draco returned with his own smirk. He knew he shouldn't instigate them, but he'd had enough.

The Gryffindor looked offended, then kicked Draco in the stomach.

Draco doubled over and couldn't breath, tears blurred his eyes, and could almost swear he had heard a crack. He heard the entire group laugh.

"You're pathetic." Someone spat at him. Them he heard them walk away, apparently satisfied that they had roughed him up a bit.

As they left the hall, he stood up painfully. He clutched his abdomen, there was defiantly something broken. But he couldn't care less. He fucking deserved it.

He deserved it.

That was all he thought as he stumbled into a bathroom and fell onto the ground in front of the sinks. He tried to regulate his breathing, and tried to ignore the itch.

THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPHS UNTIL HARRY'S POV HAVE DEPICTIONS OF SELF-HARM

But why should he ignore it? Why should he let himself suffer? Hadn't he done enough of that today? Why couldn't he escape? Who cared anyway?

He felt no emotions as he slowly pulled up is left sleeve. He looked at his pale arm, the black mark that he hated with his entire being.