Choices ( a Draco Malfoy love story)

Choices (33)

I had no idea how I got home. I have no recollection of walking back to my old home, unlocking the door and collapsing onto my bed. For 2 weeks straight all I did was stay in bed. I would cry then sleep, wake up, think of Draco and cry again. The pain wouldn't stop. Every time I thought of him, I felt an ache in my chest. The only relief I got was from knowing that I might have just saved his life.

One month passed

My eyes flew open one morning...or maybe it was afternoon...I wasn't sure anymore. My days had gotten mixed up and I couldn't tell the difference between morning, night or afternoon. I felt a sudden lurch in the pit of my stomach. Staggering out of bed, I ran to my en suite bathroom where I collapsed onto the ice cold tiles, lifted up my cistern lid and hurled.

After a few minutes, I pulled back from the bowl and rested my head against the wall. My breath now reeked. I clutched my stomach and closed my eyes tiredly. I hadn't been eating. So what could I have thrown up? My stomach lurched again and I tightened my grip. Maybe what I needed was a hot meal.

I used my sink as support and pulled myself up. Gingerly, I walked down the stairs and to my kitchen. There were a few tins of easy make meals in my pantry that my parents had left behind. I popped the contents into the microwave and leant against the kitchen bench as I waited for it to finish.  I slowly drank my hot soup before climbing back upstairs and tucking myself in the warm covers.

Two Months passed

The familiar lurching feeling caused me to run to the toilet again. After wiping the foul mixture away from my mouth, I collapsed onto my bed again. I had been throwing up every morning without fail. It didn't have anything to do with not eating. I made sure I always ate something at night. So then, what was causing this? My hand suddenly flew to my stomach as a sudden thought hit me. I couldn't be...I can't be! Oh my god! My stomach lurched again and I threw up into the bowl. Uh oh.

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I sat against the wall with my hands clutching my head. I was just waiting. Waiting for the results that had the ability to change my life.

Ding!

It was done. I turned off my electronic timer and hoisted myself up. There, sitting on the edge of the sink was a white stick. I hesitantly turned it over.

Negative, it read. I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god, I wasn't pregnant.  I

trashed the stick and walked back into my room. I glanced down at my unmade bed. Strangely, I had no urge to hide under the tangled covers. I was sick of doing nothing but lie in all day and night. I was sick of worrying and feeling upset about him. I was never going to get him back again, not ever. His father had made that extremely clear. Break up with him, or my family dies. I sighed sadly. My heart still ached whenever I thought of him.

Looking out the window, I saw the bright blue sky and the gleaming sun. Maybe I should go out for a walk. It had been a while since I had been out of the house.  My legs were practically screaming for a stretch. I pulled on track pants and hoodie and headed out for a walk.

It had rained the night before. Strangely, the sound of the raindrops thudding against my window had soothed me to sleep as I battled with my drama. Now the leaves were glistening like jewels. The air was damp and smelled like rain. Surprisingly, the fresh air and exercise was clearing my head. It had been two months. I couldn’t keep pining for Draco forever. I had to move on. He wasn’t ever going to come back to me. His father had made that very clear. At that moment, I knew what I had to do.

When I reached home, I opened up every single window. Gone was the stale air and darkness. The house was surrounded by light now, giving it a lighter mood. I stripped my bed from its crumpled sheets and rid my room of its trash.

Standing in front of the mirror, I almost gasped with shock as I saw my appearance. Even though I had done nothing but sleep, I had dark circles under my swollen eyes. You could still see my tear treks from when I cried my eyes out and my skin looked dry and pale. My long straight hair that I had been so proud of was now a tangled mess. I had to do something, anything, to get out of this state.

After a long soak in the tub, I finally felt like my old self again. Wrapping a towel around my body, I stood in front of the mirror once again. In front of me, I had tipped out a last array of beauty products. I wasn’t the type to wear make- up. I barely knew how to use it. The only thing I did to my face was just lip gloss and a touch of mascara. I held up the eyeliner pencil.

How the hell do I use this?

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