The Voice Inside His Head

Part.1 Floating

A young 16 year old boy lay awake in his bed. His sheets are pulled right up to his chin and his hair is covering his eyes. The sky is dark and gloomy, and the stars just barely shine through his window. This boys name is Draco Lucius Malfoy.

His skin is pale white, and his hair is pearly white to match. He has piercing grey eyes that could be spotted from a mile away. He is also a very tall, lean boy, about 6'2. All of his features make him stand out, and while he may sound rather charming that was not one of the reasons he is well known.

Rather than being known for being "the boy who lived" or being part of a huge family filled with red heads. He was known for his rather bad actions. Malfoy is known for calling poor innocent people rude slurs and bullying. He would often get pressured into doing things he didn't want too, and his way of coping with that was bullying. He always walks around his school with a big evil smile on his face, trotting down the halls with his friends acting like he rules the world. Well let me tell you something, that is not how he actually felt. The past two years Malfoy has started coming to a realization. He realized that he was never going to be recognized as a nice, friendly kid. He was hated by most and it was mostly Draco Malfoy didn't like this world he was living in. He didn't want to be in this place where he was pressured into doing things and was known for being mean and obnoxious. He wanted to change, but with his reputation, he never thought it was possible.

Tonight he lies in bed. His feet dangling off of the end of his mattress and his eyes slowly staring to close. During the night is when Malfoy thinks about most things. Lately all he can think about is how practically everyone hates him. His whole school, his professors, and lately even his dad. This night he longs for an escape. Usually he would cry, or read to try and let go of his pain, but this particular night he decided to imagine a "perfect" life. He imagines a world, with a different dad, different relatives, and no pressure to do things he didn't want to do. A perfect world with no trauma or death. A perfect world where nobody knows him. His eyelids fully close, his long white eyelashes touching the tops of his cold cheeks. He starts to visualize this "perfect" world, almost begging to be let in.

He breathes in deeply, dreaming of this life and as this fresh breath of air enters through his thin soft lips he gets an odd feeling. His pale bony hands feel as if they are leaving his blankets and floating into the air and his legs feel as if they have disappeared. His head feels light and his back feels heavy. It was a rather strange sensation.Being the nervous teenager he was, he aloud himself to think that it was probably just a deep sleep. He had this feeling of calmness, and he let himself fall into this pit of imagination. He aloud the floating feeling to take over his body. He felt at peace with himself, at least for a few moments. But then he smelled a peculiar smell. Now this wasn't any peculiar smell, it was one he found rather sickening.

This smell was of sweet coffee. It was very milky and sugary. It only had a small hint of real coffee. Malfoy cringed at the smell, he only ever drank dark black coffee and all the sweetness made him almost gag. He started to unfocus, he was uncomfortable and didn't like this odd floating feeling anymore and he just wanted to sleep normally. The calm feeling he was feeling before had vanished. He started to move his head around his pillow. His bright white hair getting all frizzed up. He felt an odd tingling in his shoulders. This tingling spread all the way down his arms and torso, to his legs and feet. He squirmed around and started to breath heavily out of discomfort. This smell not only was filling his nostrils, but it felt as if he was surrounded by this artificial coffee. He turned his head. one last time and all this feeling stopped. He felt blankets all around him and he felt the cold air coming from his window. He finally had regain feeling. He still las there on his bed thinking about what just happened. The room was now quiet as can be. He let out a big sigh. He was back in little room, in his huge mansion. Well thats how he felt, and for the most part it was true. Everything was back to normal, the odd feelings where gone and that excruciatingly awful smell was gone. Everything had to be back to normal... he thought.