I yell. I wish that they would leave it alone. I'm tired of hearing it. Death eater this, death eater that. I had met the dark lord himself, and so now, I basically had 2 options. Running away, or becoming a death eater.
I walk outside of the front door. It's winter break, and I'm confused why I came now. I didn't know it would be this bad. Plus, I only thought that you couldn't do it until you were out of school, but apparently not. Draco folds under pressure. I either fold, or I run.
The cold winter air fills my nostrils and turns my nose and cheeks red within a matter of seconds. I want to be alone, but it's near impossible in this family. Especially in my case.
I was blind until I was 12, and what makes me not blind is the fact that I didn't know how to swim. But now, even though I can easily care for myself, my parents, and even Draco are overprotective.
I hear the door open. Even though I know who it is, I turn around.
"Are you okay?"
Draco might be a death eater, but he didn't mean to be. He barely had a choice.
"I'm fine, but I'm not happy either."
"It's not that hard being a death..."
"not that hard?"
"And trust me, I can tell."
I say, which isn't a lie. I can always tell. His smile's changed, the way he laughs is different. He's more of a rebel. I don't want to turn out like him, always having to act differently around my own parents, but now, no matter what, I will too.
"Let's go inside."
"It's cold out here."