All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 27

All I could feel was the harsh ache over my whole body. Lights flickered beneath my eyelids as I weakly lifted my head, regaining my sight. My hands a face were sticky and my breath was short and scarce.

Slowly, I pushed myself from the cold, stone floor and sat. My head still facing the ground I finally realised that the sticky liquid was blood.

Was it my own?

There was a sudden sharp pain in my stomach and I lifted my shirt to find myself covered in a deep red.

"Oh god no," I barely made a sound.

Stumbling to my feet, using the wall as support, I began to go towards the common room.

'Someone will be there' I hoped.

I prayed.

The life was quickly seeping for me as I became more short of breath, my vision beginning to fade once again.

Fuck the stairs.

So many fucking stairs.

Why are we in the dungeons?

Fucking joke.

My body was numb and I clambered desperately down the staircase. My heart was beating so loudly I could hear it myself as I finally reached the large, dark door.

'p u r e b l o o d'

It wasn't even a wheeze at that point.

It swung open, a green hue broadening on me.

'Enzo?' I cried tirelessly, his brown curls sticky about the chair.

'Nor's?'  my head drooped.

'Help me please.'

He was coming over.

I think.

I hope.

'Lorenzo fucking help me please I'm begging you!'

My head was spinning, most of my senses had faded.

Enzo shouted for someone and I felt him pick me up and take me somewhere.

He brought me so much comfort, always kept me going.

I felt someone else's presence beside me and the both of them were talking to me.

Trying to keep me awake I suppose.

Guess it probably would've worked if I could properly hear them.

Matteo's pov

My heart was pounding.

What the fuck happened.

She'd been in there all day and all night.

Nobody was fucking telling me anything.

The anger bubbled inside me as I struggled to understand what the problem was.

Berkshire said something bad happened, but she would be fine. I don't even know what to do with that information.

Why was I even worried.

It's not like I care about her. Not really.

Jesus, who am I kidding, of course I care about her. How could I not?

Berkshire and Malfoy had been in with her all day, all day.

a l l

d a y

What could've happened that was that bad.

My mind went over everything, suicide? Alcohol poisoning? Did she trip? Was she just ill?

Of course, they couldn't know that I was bothered, they'd never let it go.

I could hear nothing but my beating heart. I could think of nothing but her.

It was pathetic.

I am pathetic.

Enzo's pov

My leg bounced rapidly as I sat beside Nora's almost lifeless body.

Her breaths were spaced out.

I held my breath every-time she breathed out, waiting for her chest to rise again.

I couldn't lose her.

Not now.

Not ever.

The idea of me and her being together has always lingered in the back of my mind.

Maybe I would've  done something about it if Riddle hadn't shown up.

If everything was still the same.

I wondered whether maybe she thought about me that way too.

It's not that I liked her like that.

I guess maybe I just thought we would be good together.

Malfoy was in the seat across the bed, staring aimlessly at the floor.

Dark circles penetrated his under eyes, the blue sparkle had left his eyes this year.

I can't blame him, so much pressure, I honestly don't know how he's dealt with it for so long.

God we're all so fucked.

Hogwarts was our escape for so many years but now, even here we're unsafe, judged for things we can't control.

Unfortunately we can't pick who our family is.

Malfoy and I agreed it would be best to keep Riddle away for her for a bit.

Everyone knew who it was.

It wasn't difficult to guess who had done it.

I hate him for this, if it weren't for him, if he'd just kept his fucking distance like he was told. She'd be fine.

She wouldn't be dying.