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Draco raised his wand, pointing it directly at the small little dog. He wished his father would at least look at him, instead of watching the dog with pure interest as well as a hint of disgust for the creature.

Lucius hadn’t talked to his son at all, unless you call handing him a sheet of paper and demonstrating talking.

He was sick of his life for the moment, all his father ever talked about was his soon-to-be deatheater initiation, where he would get the dark mark. It really did seem all her ever talked about, even though right now Draco wished he was outside at the moment where he could hear the small calling and laughing of other teens outside having a merry little time.

Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along


He ignored the calling and laughing, focusing fully on the small hardly alive animal that lay in front of him. His voice managed to croak out the one word, in which he had been practicing all day, though it never seemed to any good how much he tried. His father would either find some problem with it, or he would get the spell completely wrong.

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you


He watched the white light hit the animal, causing it to whine but not taking any effect. He just couldn’t get the fucking spell right! His eyes closed, knowing what was coming for him, another smack and hurtful experience no one could ever describe.

He felt a cold hard hand come in contact with his face, knocking him sideways and onto the ground for the third time that day. This one stung, stung to no end. He could feel the pain of his father’s boot coming in contact with his side, making him wince from the pain.

I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me


He felt his head throb, those words coming from his father’s mouth, causing him to sting with pain. Like white hot knifes were poking him at end. Causing him pain he had felt many times in his life.

He just could never get anything right, he tried, all of the time. He just could never get it right. Anything.

I'm sorry
I can't be perfect


The knives wouldn’t stop, just poking him and then going away for one second before coming back with the stinging pain that happened everywhere on his body.

He had always looked up to his father until just recently. Until just recently he had begun torturing Draco to no end. As if he enjoyed the painful experience his only son felt.

I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore


He knew this would be the day. This would be the day he cracked. The day he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. The day when everything would go black.

He felt the pain again, the one where boot contacts with side, defiantly cracking one of his ribs this time. He was helpless. A helpless boy in his late teens withering in pain on the floor. It was pitiful how helpless he could be, he hated it. Everything. Everyone. Anything. All of it.

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright


He already felt himself breaking, loosing all hope of life and air. He knew now that this would be that last day. And that his father wouldn’t care shit about it.

Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect


There was the words. The words he knew were going to come at him sooner or later if he kept failing. Those words, they were almost hurtful to him. He knew they would come sooner or later, he just never knew what it felt like for them to be said by his own father, to his one and only son.

Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you
But you don't understand


The pain was unbearable, everything. The physical pain and the emotional pain. All of it. Hurtful and horrible. His mind was reeling. Hurting. Painful. His side was throbbing. Aching. Brutal. His head was stinging. Wreckful. Lethal. His soul was dead. Gone. Lost.

Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect



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