RECKLESS ; D.M

10. Thoughts

Eleanor POV:

"Angie! It's so pretty! I feel like I'm flying", I laugh. I look to my side and see Angie , her eyes were closed and there was a big smile plastered across her face. She hummed in agreement.

I was on a Ferris wheel. It was my 8th birthday. It was my favourite memory. I always dreamt of it when I was sad.

The Ferris wheel suddenly jolted.

What was happening? This never happened before.

I look to my side and see Angie. She's crying. Her arms are wrapped around me. I hated seeing her cry.

" What's wrong? Why are you crying?", I shout. She starts yelling my name. "I'm here Angie! Angie! I'm here!", I shout.

Then she starts screaming.

"Don't die Riddle! Please don't die! I'm sorry! Don't die!"
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I open my eyes. There's a tall silhouette in front of me. I squint my eyes and rub them. Then I see them. Those deep grey eyes.

Standing in front of me was Draco. 

He kept shouting "DONT DIE RIDDLE! PLEASE DONT DIE IM SORRY! DONT DIE!"

I stood up from the floor of the stall. "I'm not dying, stop shouting" I went past him and over to the sink.

I bent over the sink looking into the mirror, seeing his reflection eyeing me down.

"What's all the blood? What were you doing Riddle? Tell me" he began to walk over to me.

I briskly turned around to face him "WHY DO YOU CARE! WHY? MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO BACK TO PANSY!" it suddenly came out, I was surprised at how loud I was and how pissed I was.

"I CARE BECAUSE.... because i-" he couldn't finish his sentence, why would he care what I was doing, we couldn't ever be friends.

"Forget it I'm leaving" I sauntered out of the bathroom not even turning back to look at him, I couldn't.

Why was everything always so complicated between us. It was always messed up.

Draco POV:

"I CARE BECAUSE.... because I-" the word love kept roaming through my brain but it wouldn't come out of my mouth. I stopped at I.

She turned around with her long wavy hair swifting through the air and left the bathroom.

I stood in the middle of the bathroom in distress. I messed up, why was it that I always mess up?

Just like my father said "You mess up everything Draco, you can't do anything right"  i thought of that everyday.

It was everything I did. It was messed up.

I couldn't handle it, I couldn't take it. It was too much.

Shit adding on everyday.

"Ohhh Draco, when will you ever let it" moaning Myrtle came out drink one of the stalls snickering.

"Shut it Myrtle" anger was building up inside of me, I ran out the bathroom and to the astronomy tower.

I laid against the railing looking out into the sky, feeling the slight breeze pass through the air.