Torture - S.Snape Fanfic

Chapter 1. Cuts

Chapter 1. Cuts

I sliced another line across my arm feeling the pain that came with it. A single tear raced down my right cheek and dropped on my left arm mixing in with the over spilling blood. A second tear ran down my left cheek as I continued to cut. My tears became more constant and started to speed up. My tears dropped over my bed as did the blood. It hurt but it felt much better. The pain from my previous scars enhanced the pain as I slice once again, another cut. My arm was filled with red lines of blood that had tried to heal but hadn't yet completely covered over. I cut one last time before someone barged in my room interrupting my solitude. I looked up. A tall man about my age, maybe abit older stood. His black, oynx eyes were large and his black shoulder-length hair covered part of his face. He stood in complete shock as he made no attepmt of moving and just stood there lookong at my tear-stained face and my blood-covered arm. Eventually he got the courage to take a step and shut the door.
"What are you doing?" He almost whispered with a bit of a shakey voise. One I had never heard before compared to his usual dark and monotone voise. Silence aroused daring me to speak a word, but I did not. I slowly mustered all my confidence to say four simple words.
"It just felt right" I said, my eyes pleading him to prove im ok.
"How can this feel right?" He asked.
"I-i-im sorry proffesor, but I-" I started.
"Save it. What did you do this for?" He asked.
"I dunno, I just hate myself. I hate myself so much. Im worthless and a waste of space" I said
"Dont say that." He said his eyes softening for the first time. "You aren't worthless, everyone put on this planet, was put on to achieve something. And you aren't a waste of space. You dont realise it now, but you light up the day of many people at this school" he said
"Like anyone would care if I left anyway." I said
"They would! Everyone would care! Think of all your friends, your family, me..." he said. I finally looked up.
"Why would you care? Just because your the head of Slythering doesnt mean you care. To you, im probably just a how do you say it? A filthy little halfblood. As everyone says" I sneered in disgust at myselft. "And I am. They are all right. Im not important. Thats why I need to do this. Im sorry proffesor." I said
"Im not a pure blood either" he said. This was the most ive ever known of this guy. Most people said that he was just a greasy old dungeon bat who spent all his times on potions. My eyes widened a bit.
"Really?" I asked and he nodded.
"During my time at hogwarts I often felt the same way" he said pulling up one of right sleave to show heaps of old scars. I gasped. My eyes widened more.
"I too felt as if I was worthless and didnt belong here because I did something stupid that I thought would make it better, but it made it worse. And then I did something even more stupid but that turned out even more worse." He said straight into my eyes. His eyes were for once read-able unlike the usual cold and stiff, black pupils.
"I can tell you, but just don't tell anyone. Promise?" He said. I just nodded as he started to tell a story of his past.