*Trigger warning: suicidal idealization and depression*
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Ro's POV
There's only a certain level of pain that your body will allow you to feel when you're physically hurt.
Eventually you either pass out, the adrenaline kicks in, no more pain can be registered,
or you die.
Emotional pain isn't like that.
Just when you think that something can't possibly hurt anymore it does. It stabs deeper, it cuts sharper, and there's no ending it. Not even sleep helps.
If you can even sleep at all.
The nightmares were unbearable.
Their faces. Their screams.
I didn't even hear them or see them when it happened. My imagination is trying to shatter me into god damned madness with the images it was creating.
When it wasn't them it was her.
It was a mix between the way she looked at me in the hospital that day. The day I had to make her leave me, and horrible fucked up visions of Bellatrix using me to get to her.
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Fanfiction*Smutt and mature themes and language *Follows books loosely *Made to be read at YA level with 50shades spice *Spice chapters marked clearly *toxic Draco starts at -MYSTERY- Adealia's father hid his family in the the American Muggle world a...