For Saffy, happy birthday :)

Disclaimer: (Totally didn't foget this first time) Draco Malfoy does not belong to me, he is the product of J.K Rowling's epic mind.

Draco's bare feet stepped lightly across the frozen stone floor. Swaying gently from side to side, he drifted along the lonesome corridors, as though he were merely a ghost amongst the living. Soft wind rushed through the corridor in a flurry, unsettling his blue pajamas, causing them to rub against his sickly skin and sending a shiver of life into his limp, dull hair.

The wind brought near silent whispers of laughter, chattering, things that he once thought he knew, but were now more of a memory, something that just brushed the back of his mind. Solid stairs pulled him further from the noise, further from reality, and long, pale fingers grazed the walls. Thud. Thud. Thud. Though his footsteps were barely audible, they sounded like a chant, pushing him forward. Black and white memories played repetitively in front of his eyes, as though taunting him. Lids closed over blue eyes, once full of life, now empty and cavernous, each step taking him closer to his destination.

He blocked the outside world out, forcing his climb to match his slow, steady heartbeat, spiraling upwards as though it would take him to heaven. His eyes only opened when he could no longer rise. Dull orbs took in the short balcony before him, then the vast landscape that flowed for eternity after it. A world that was once so beautiful to him, but now held only suffering. Which is why he was here, wasn't it? Or was it? He no longer felt the same connection to his mind that would allow him to process what any sane man could. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the ledge and the long drop beneath it.

He would be like Alice, fall into the hole and end up in Wonderland. For surely, a wonderland could only be better than the darkness he resided in here? This is his release, his freedom. In his mind, he knew he wasn't cut out for this world. He vaguely registered that he was now standing atop the thin, stone ledge, gazing into the sunset. His eyes shifted quickly to the ground, to the hole that was opening up, inviting him in with promises of a better life. It was within reaching distance now. Wonderland, his dear, beloved Wonderland. Bringing him home.

His hand stretched toward it, his eyes lighting up with a final spark of hope. His shillouette vanished from the ledge in the blink of an eye, moulding to the darkness to become one. A near silent thump was followed by a hideous, echoing silence, as he fell to his Wonderland.

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First bit of writing I've had time to do recently that I actually liked. Reviews would be appreciated, if only to tell me how to improve!