HIDDEN (D.M)

B R E A K F A S T

My body instantaneously shocked itself away, like when you die in your dreams and you're automatically forced to wake up, feeling a tight knot in your chest by how off guard it took you. I feel the left side of my cheek tight and dry, I reach to touch my pillow and noticed it's damped.

Was I crying in my sleep?

I've noticed that in the past couple of nights these dreams I've been having feel so real, like I'm actually there. I could feel how desperate I was when I had my first dream after St. Mungos, hear the screams of people as someone approached me, or how disgusted and angry I felt towards a teacher who teaches at this exact school, and this latest one... –when I felt a painful feeling in my chest, the water suffocating my needtobreathe.

I turn my head to not see Delilah anywhere, I rub my eyes to make myself fully awake and swing my feet feeling the instant coldness of the floor. I tiredly drag myself to my wardrobe reaching out to grab my uniform, a sharp wave of discomfort emmits through me.

In reflex I put my hand over my stomach where I felt the pain, quickly feeling my shirt sticky and wet. I'll go to the hospital wing later today, but I really need to be on time for classes.

I turn my head hearing someone come out the bathroom, seeing Delilah wrapped in a white towel messy wet hair over her shoulder.

"Oh great you're awake." She looks over to me, striding towards her bed where her uniform laid. "We need to get ready fast, I wanna be early for breakfast to get a nice seat to call our own." She curves a smile, grabbing her socks.

"Does this have to do anything involving Blaise?" I curiously ask, knowing there was a bit of tension going on in between them since she came here.

I turn my head by the lack of silence, seeing her cheeks flushed with a big smile on her face. "You fancy him!" I teased, setting my own uniform on my bed.

She rolls her eyes knowing there was truth. "Whatever, I still want a spot for us."

"You're just finding an excuse to be close to him." I turn around grabbing the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my shoulders. I wince as the unanticipated pain in my stomach, but swallow the feeling hoping to make it by the end of the day.

"You need to see a nurse." She advised.

"What I need are some painkillers." I sarcastically corrected.

I finish getting ready before Delilah, not having the need to look at myself in the mirror for anything. Going into the bathroom to brush my teeth was hard, I kept my eyes to the ground not wanting to accidentally catch my sight while brushing.

I don't want to feel disgusted or ashamed of myself when I look in the mirror, when I do I see the bruises on my body as if it was the first time I saw myself in the mirror. How purple and red some looked, how black and yellow the one across my stomach was. It all takes me back to the nights I can only think of, so I rather not look at all.

We walk out the common room, arms intertwined with each other, our feet jokingly stroll with one another as we make our way down the corridor. The knowing of her being here makes me feel safer, like I don't have to be shy around anyone.

"I can introduce you to Blaise if you're up for it." I suggested, even if I've only talked to him twice I feel like getting his sudden attention won't be a shocker or a problem, I also know Delilah would like it.

"It was about time! I haven't made enough indistinct flirting so I can go up to him myself." She cried out, doing little hops of excitement.

Her hops come to a stop once we enter the great hall, Delilah disengages from my arm quickly grabbing my hand instead and rapidly walks us to the slytherin table, she decides that our spot should be in the middle just a little bit to my right. I feel a sudden nerve as we sit down, If I lean forward I could see probably all the kids in the table making a clear notice that they can also see me.