After All These Years

Chapter 34

*TOM RIDDLE POV*

I don't seem to remember the last time I've fallen asleep during the day, though I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened.

I took a deep breath, slightly groaning as I exhaled, stretching my arms out and gathering more of the covers around me, enjoying the fact that it all still smelt of (Y/N).

I wanted to drift back off to sleep but I heard someone entering the common room. By the sound of their footsteps walking up the stairs I could tell it was (Y/N)'s.

As she entered the room, I kept my eyes closed, keeping my back faced towards her.

I heard her walk towards me, placing something down on the nightstand, then..... nothing.

I assume she's just standing there, possibly wondering if I were asleep or not, and so I flew my eyes open, perhaps I could scare her.

As I predicted, she slightly flinched as I abruptly stared back at her before saying-

"God you scared me, I thought you were asleep."

"Nmmm."

-I responded back, closing my eyes again, forcing a smile not to form.

God I feel so useless just sitting here, I at least need something to do if I'm going to be staying here.

"Go to my professors and get my work."

-I ordered, quickly regretting my tone of voice as I opened my eyes once again.

She stared at me as if I were mad before saying-

"What no, you're sick, you can barely talk. Just take a nap, I'll be right back at lunch."

"No, I want to do work, you can't just leave me here alone all day with nothing to do."

-I argued back.

"No, stay, I'll be back later."

-She said to be as if I were a dog.

"At least stay with me."

"I can't, I've missed too much class already, just eat your food, I'll come back soon. Sleep tight."

-She responded a bit glumly before patting me on the head, making me really feel much like a dog before she grabbed her books and left.

"Bye."

-I whispered just as she shut the door.

I stared at the empty door for a moment, exhaling loudly again as I laid my head down on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

After I bored myself out from staring up, I slowly sat back up, looking over at what (Y/N) had left for me to eat.

pancakes.

Haven't had these for a while.

I debated to myself whether or not I should even eat them.

I'll take a bite, decide from there.

Pulling the plate towards myself, I grabbed a fork, pushing a small square into my mouth.

Though I was sick, I had an unexpectedly big appetite unlike others usually would.

The rest of the food quickly disappeared within the next few minutes as I stared around the room and ate.

My drowsiness fell over me fairly quickly again as I finished.

The sheets stayed over me as I slept again, (Y/N)' scent clinging in my nose (not in a bad way, I just wasn't sure how to put it), keeping me calm.

Quickly stumbling out of bed half asleep, I forced myself up, feeling the warm liquid slowly creep up my throat.

A hand over my mouth and the other trying to navigate around the room for the washroom as my eyes were just squinted open, causing me to accidentally knock the plate off the nightstand, shattering to pieces.

I didn't bother looking back at it, just kept going for the washroom before I harshly hit myself against the bathroom door, stumbling back with my other hand reaching for my nose.

Fuck that hurt.

With the vomit nearly coming out, I crawled to the washroom door, reaching up to turn the handle, blood dripping up my arm from my hand.

-Making it towards the toilet just in time as the vomit spewed out.

Quite a bit of blood came out from my nosebleed as I did so, making everything feel even worse.

I felt completely drained as well as empty as it finally all came to an end.

God, I hate this.

"stop being so weak."

-I told myself as I clawed my way to the sink and mirror, staring at the pale disgusting thing looking back.

I hate feeling this way,

so vulnerable,

so helpless,

so weak,

so alone.

Hunched over the sink, I pulled off my vest, tossing it on the floor before I began washing my face.

(just now realizing this as I reread it that this sounds a lot like that one part where Draco was crying over the sink. I swear to god that wasn't intentional)

The water soon turned red as I washed the blood away from my face, along with the remaining vomit from my mouth.

Perhaps I should have listened to (Y/N).

My hand reached to turn off the tap before I began rubbing my face, hard, running fingers through my hair.

God where's my wand, I can fix all of this with it.

I looked up from the sink, standing up straight as I pleased myself (not in a gross way you dirty minded freak) with the idea of finding my wand to fix this, before hurrying out of the bathroom.

I headed straight for the desk, tossing papers and books off as I searched for the wand.

The fuck?

Where is it?!

I know I left it here.

Did (Y/N) take it?

I threw everything off the table in desperate search to find it, cringing as I looked down at the mess.

As the table was empty, I moved towards the night stand, carefully stepping over the broken glass.

I searched there for a bit, but when I came up empty handed I began to get restless, feeling very much frustrated inside.

(Y/N) probably took it,

hid it from me,

maybe it's still here.

Crawling over the bed to the other side I realized how much as I lunatic I looked like at that moment.

I just need my wand.

I walked straight towards her dresser, threw the doors open before hesitantly tossing some of her clothes out, digging for the wand in her pockets and such.

As I came back empty handed once again, I got more frustrated.

Why would she take my wand?

Is this her way of getting revenge?

I must admit if this was her plan, it's pretty bloody clever.

I roughly rubbed my irritably eyes once again as I took a step back, looking at the mess I had made.

Fuck.

She's gonna kill me. 

~Hey hope you enjoyed this chapter  but quick question, would you guys like a Tom Riddle POV next or a (Y/N) POV next~

 ~Please comment for your  answer I really don't know which one to do next for you guys~