They were all lies

9|No idea

¤MELANIE¤

I wake up the next morning, refreshed. A smile dances on my face as I get dressed. I put on a warm green sweater and some black jeans, casual wear. I lazily brush my hair, leaving it down. I take a random book in my dorm and walk out, stopping dead in my tracks when I see whose standing at the bottom. The slytherin common room is pretty much empty, other than a 3rd year, me, Nate, and Regulus. What is he doing here? And when did he get here? He stops talking when he sees me.

"Mel, I-" I hold a hand up to his face, interrupting him rudely. But who cares? He deserves it. I bet he has a lot of things he wants to ask me, and I have alot of things I want to say. But I knew what I say would hurt him, so I bury them inside me and let them hurt me instead. I walk quickly out of the room, Regulus close behind me. I try to shake him off by running through a bunch of twists and turns, but that just makes it easier for him to catch me. 

"M-mel-" he pants, clearly put of breath. I roll my eyes and plant my feet into the ground. Whatever he has to say, it better be good. 

"Mel, Mel where'd you go? You just left yesterday and-" 

"You know why I left." I spit bitterly, arguing with the voice inside my head that's telling me to forgive him. I cant forgive him, not so easily. I can't make the same mistake twice. Reg's eyes fill with regret and guilt. 

"Mel, you've got to understand that my parents are cruel and stupid! Please, I would never hurt you." His voice inches higher, and he takes a step towards me. I take a step back, looking behind him to see how I can get out of this mess. 

"Never hurt me?" I say in disbelief. "You bloody bastard!" I say a bit more loudly, and the painting around us start whispering and listen in on the gossip. "You have no idea what it's like to be me!" I say agian, pushing his chest away from me. He stumbles back a bit, his ears burning red. 

"Mel please calm down- you can trust me." He practically begs, and a dry laugh leaves my throat. 

"Funny, that's exactly what he said." Reg's mouth flies open, gaping at me like a dead fish. 

"I-im sorry-"

"Don't, don't be sorry until you've faced the hell I've been through. You have no idea what happened to me! No idea at all!" I start to shout, flailing my arms in the air. His grey eyes squeeze closed tightly, and then open. 

"Melanie, I truly am sorry. I want to help you-" 

"No! No you don't! You're just like the others! You have no idea- no idea." I start stuttering, the salty river of tears leaving my eyes. Reg's eyes fill with pity, and he walks closer to me. He tries to put an arm around me, but I step away from him. 

"Mel-"

"No!" I refuse gingerly, wiping the tears from my face. It's not doing anything, they just keep on coming. He let's out a deep sigh, staring into my eyes. He stretches his arms out. 

"Callopse into me. Just once. I promise you'll never have to fall agian." He pressures, slowly inching towards me. "Your veins are full of ice water, but mine are boiling. With love, their boiling with love. My love for you, Mel." He tries agian. "You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddam thing in between." His voice raises a little, and he stares at the floor for just a moment. And when he looks at me, I swear I can't breathe. So I crave in. I callopse into his hands, and he leans agianst the wall. He leans agianst the brick wall, ignoring the eyes from the paintings hanging on the walls. Hr brings my face into his chest, stroking my hair gently. My tears wipe dry on his collared shirt, making it just the slightest bit see through. He hums quietly, a classical song. My sobs slowly stop, and I look up at him with red, puffy eyes. 

"I love you." I confessed, getting lost in his grey eyes. He eyes turn to me, his lower lip quivering. He dosen't say anything, he stands quietly by my side. I've done it agian, haven't I? Fell for a person I wasn't supposed to fall? Why must I always end up with the wrong people? He dosen't love me, he's probably thinking about splitting right at this very moment. He's probably afraid, I scared him. He wasn't ready, and I shook him up. He might never be ready, never as ready as I am. I can't do that to him, put him in this situation. 

"I-i..." I stutter embarrassingly, my cheeks growing more and more red. His face expression softens, and he brings my face into his chest yet agian. He dosen't respond though, he doesn't say it back. He finally let's go of me, rubbing a finger agianst my lips. 

"I gotta get back."

"Back? Back where?" I furrow my eyebrows, confused. 

"Back home." He explains, and my face hardens. 

"You don't have to come! I just- my parents......." his voice trails off, and I try my best not to show my fear and anger. 

"It's fine!" I blurt out, even though I know damn well I'm not fine. Not one bit. He stares at me a while longer, before sprinting off in the opposite direction. What have I done?