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By Draco Malfoy
A brief reference to a fear of self-harm when doing drugs.
“Tell me about acid,” she said because she’d never done it. She really wanted to but feared the things she’d do, slice her arm open or just stare into the mirror and into herself, going permanently insane.
I believe that at birth, everyone is created equal. I do not like the saying that all people are equal however. Though I do not find their value in their race, gender, religion, age or any other uncontrollable category an individual may be placed in. rather I look at their heart and soul. I see if they are comfortable with themselves and if they are willing to change themselves when they find a flaw. There is so much ugliness in the world, but if you look deep enough there is beauty to be found to. Surround yourself with people who are bettering themselves, and in turn you will become better. Stop surrounding yourself with people who invalidate you and make you feel ashamed to be yourself, because there are people out there who will see your traits as incredible and not an annoyance.
There are people in this world, and I think it is fair to say that I am better than them and I am better off without them. It isn’t someone’s physical appearance that makes them inferior, but the condition of their heart and the energy they radiate. It isn’t hateful to admit you are better off without someone if they are not holding a positive influence in your life. No one should have to feel insecure within themselves. If you have friends that make you feel ashamed of who you are they aren’t really your friends.
If they won’t provide you comfort in your dark days, they don’t deserve to see the light you will one day radiate when you bring yourself out of this abyss, with no help from them, as they sit and watch as you struggle. They will pull you halfway out, just to laugh in your face and cut your rope and watch you stumble and fall twelve more times. They will get bored, turn their backs, and when you finally escape the hole that isolated you so much, they will be nowhere in sight. They saw you, at the bottom of the hole, crying and begging for help. They acted as if the hole wasn’t as deep as you thought, and if you only tried harder you could escape. Little did they know, this wall had no footholds and there was no one to pull you out. It was easier for them to walk away and leave me in the hole than to pull me out and nurse me back to a place where I could be myself.
Then one day, there was a stranger passing by, a stranger kind enough to listen to my cry. She has heard it somewhere before, the cry of loneliness that escaped my lips. This kind stranger, saw me crying at the bottom of this well, living in my own personal purgatory, having escaped from my individual hell. She went and found a rope, tossed it down to me and pulled me out. She hugged me and clothed me in love, like no one ever had before. She showed me I was worthy and I deserved friends. She was my saving grace.
She found me, when id given up hope, when id accepted my fate and that there was no escape. I felt so weak from trying to bring myself out of the hole I was pushed in, when she finally rescued me from purgatory. Every other passerby or friend who heard me cry thought I could escape from this abyss by myself in the end. All I needed was a helping hand, and somewhere safe for my feet to land.
There are two types of people in the world, the kind who will sit and watch as you try to escape any ailment afflicting you and the kind who will offer a hand, even if that just means they are in your presence while you fall apart. I am happy to have some friends who are always there with a helping hand when I need them and I am glad to have accepted that some friendships, were never that. Letting go of that baggage allowed me to hoist myself over the edge of this abyss once I had real friends who would offer a helping hand and guidance. These friends spent extra time with me, even when it may not have been the most convenient thing. These people are your real friends.
By Draco Malfoy
In one scene a child harms himself:
Then, as the final bell rang, as the other children sprang up, elated, Brian stayed in his chair, staring blankly at the wooden desktop, and, as Evelyn watched, he inhaled and stiffened upright— although she would remember perceiving the motion oppositely, as if he were coiling into a ball— and he flung his head, his entire torso, down. A sick thump sounded across the room, not loudly, but chilling somehow, causing his classmates to stop their delirious exodus and turn to Brian as he rose back up, exhibiting not a hint of pain or shock or mania, absolutely expressionless, as a gash on his skin bloomed apart and blood ran down his face.
By Draco Malfoy
A short story about a woman who travels to Ethiopia with a friend who is looking to adopt a baby.
During one scene she is thinking about a dying woman and the dying woman's child, both of whom she'd seen outside an orphanage:
In the dark, I hit myself with my fist—how stupid I had been.
By Draco Malfoy
The short story closes with this scene:
She went over to the mirror. She looked at herself deeply. But she was no longer anything.
Then—then all of a sudden she slapped herself brutally on the left side of her face. To wake herself up. She stood still looking at herself. And, as if that weren’t enough, she slapped her face twice more. To find herself.
And it really happened.
In the mirror she finally saw a human face, sad, delicate. She was Aurélia Nascimento. She had just been born. Nas-ci-men-to.