Crying is for The Weak {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 8

Belinda was soaked and her feet were drenched. The trees overhead were swaying rapidly. Tom was looking for a way out of the forest, his perfectly curled hair was frizzy and puffed up, but Belinda liked it.

"Nice Hair," She commented, smirking.

"Shut up! I should've never left!" He yelled hiding under a tree.

"But you did, that's not my fault," she said, hiding right next to him under the tree.

Tom looked at her and scoffed. He opened his mouth ready to speak something he would regret until they heard a noise. It was faint but noticeable, sticks were cracking and the noise was becoming louder with every breath they took. Belinda inched closer to Tom and put her hand on his lower stomach, as a form of protection. Tom looked down at her porcelain hand and swatted it away.

"Don't touch-!"

Belinda shushed him firmly and walked towards the sound. A large, dark centaur was staring down at Belinda's deep eyes. It smirked and picked her up by the sweater she was wearing.

"Put me down!" She yelled firmly.

The centaur didn't listen and it also didn't see Tom. He put Belinda on his back and began to turn. Tom peeked through the tree and looked for the biggest rock he could find. He used a simple levitating spell and chucked it at the beast. The centaur suddenly fell unconscious, along with Belinda.

Tom rushed to her side.

"Oh great," he said, rolling his eyes. He dragged Belinda towards an opening in the forest.

"She's going to owe me," he muttered under his breath. He found an opening and saw that it was sunny and the rain had come to a complete stop. In the distance, Tom saw the castle and slightly smiled. He looked back at Belinda and his smile washed away.

"Ugh, how am I supposed to get her there," he said to himself, with a finger to his chin. He then slapped his forehead, "of course!" he put his hand on Belinda's shoulder and thought of the Hospital wing, he apparated her and called Madam Pomfrey.

Belinda laid on the small bed, quiet, motionless. Madam Pomfrey immediately injected a form of medication in her right forearm.

"There she should wake up soon, you are an amazing friend, Tom," She said with a smile from ear to ear.

"She's not my friend, but your welcome," He said, Madam Pomfrey furrowed her eyebrows and scooted away from the tension.

He sat beside her, with a small book that he already read.

"Do you have any other book I may read," he asked. Madam Pomfrey opened her cabinet, looking to find a book that would suit Tom's mind. She found a small black book with a silver title, it read: Oliver Twist. Madam Pomfrey thought that a classic like this would be great for Tom. She handed him the book and he read the title.

"Oh, I already read this one but, it'll do," he said raising his eyebrows while glancing at the scuffed title marks on the cover. He grabbed a pen from his pocket and started writing things, sneakily, in the margins of the book.

Madam Pomfrey sighed and went to tend another ill student. Tom read and wrote for what felt like hours. The words on the page were becoming smaller and smaller, Tom's eyes slowly fell shut. He slept in the small chair next to Belinda. He didn't have to stay with her, but he did. Some part of him felt like they were friends, and some part of him wanted to say he enjoyed her company, though he didn't want to admit it.

Belinda slowly started to wake up, her eyes were fluttering and she saw a glimpse of a figure with dark hair next to her. Her eyes adjusted to the heavy light above her bed. She saw that Tom was sitting next to her, sleeping. He looked peaceful so Belinda tried her best to be quiet. Madam Pomfrey glimpsed over and saw that Belinda was awake.