Her Eyes || Draco Malfoy

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TW// self harm

A broken heart cannot be fixed completely, only mended but thats not fixing it, it's only making it hurt less.

My heart was broken and my childhood ripped away from me in the very home I live in outside of school and that drove me insane.

Its been a month and a half since we had returned to hogwarts and I was alone in my dorm room with my dagger in my hand, twirling it between my fingers.

I hadn't attended classes in a few days and I was to serve detention for being caught skipping DADA with Draco by Umbridge, only I got detention.

The only class I bothered attending was potions.

I had became more distant with my friends, I stopped attending the inquisitoral squad meetings.

I was allowed to have my dagger due to the fact that it is the one thing that makes me feel safe anymore when I was alone.

My sleeves were rolled up and revealed my scars, old and new. They mocked me like I'm such a failure because I couldn't even kill myself without failing.

The blade grazed my lips drawing blood just as Ivy walked into the room and she just stared at me with a blank expression on her face while the blood from my lip trailed down my chin.

She brought her finger to her chin and hesitated slightly "you're bleeding" I smiled before looking back down to the knife in my hand.

"Yeah-" I let a dry laugh leave my lips as I pushed the back of my hand across my face "-I know V" I bit down on my bottom lip drawing more blood.

My blood was smeared across my face and while it also stained the collar of the white button up shirt of my uniform.

I looked directly at Ivy as I slid the blade of my dagger across both of my thighs and she leaped forward taking the dagger away from me.

"Stop! Stop it! Fucking stop it Iris!" She yelled and my eyes filled with tears while I silently pleaded with her just to leave me alone.

She shook her head, her bangs messy and her face pale compared to her black hair and brown eyes.

She was scared for me as she moved away from me taking the knife with her "Give it back Ivy" I hissed and she shook her head walking backwards out of the room.

I didn't bother chasing her because I knew I'd only get worried looks and everyone already thought I was crazy so instead I threw my head back and broke down.

Scratching at my scars I broke through and opened them causing my thighs to start bleeding.

I didn't get mad at my friends for anything they did knowing they just wanted me to get help.

I grabbed my wand holding it to my inner thigh as it heated up causing me to burn myself with it and a sigh left my lips.

I looked beat up with all the self inflicted burns, cuts and bruises that covered my body.

I never bothered to cover them, if anyone sais anything about them I kept quiet or give a weak smile.

Still crying my tears fell into my open wounds and I felt two arms wrap around me followed by the scent of green apples and mint.