Under My Skin

~ Chapter Eleven ~

Warning! Descriptive suicide in this chapter! If suicide triggers you in any way, do not read this chapter!
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"The Bloody Bathtub."

It didn't hurt.

It didn't hurt anymore.

I just laid in bed day and night. Every single day. Everyone had left for Hogwarts, leaving me at my fathers house.

I heard knocks at the front door and the loud alarming sound of the doorbell multiple times a day. But only half the time I answered it.

I hadn't showered since it happened. Neither have I eaten. My stomach growled from lack of food. But I was still drinking water and luckily still using the restroom.

When my mother passed it hit me so badly that I didn't even get up to use the bathroom. When she passed I was heartbroken but this feeling, it's different.

It's scary, it terrifies me that it isn't affecting me like I thought it would.

I should be sobbing on a daily basis, screaming my lungs out from pain, ignoring everyone and everything. But instead I don't cry, I don't scream, and I answer every phone call I get.

The urge to end it all is the only lingering feeling I have left in my body.

My weary, skinny, and numb body.

So here I was, lying in the bathtub my dagger on the floor beside me. Shivering cold, goosebumps erupting all over my skin.

This was it.

I can finally end this feeling of nothing.

Is this how my mother felt days before she died when she wasn't in pain anymore? Because if it was I couldn't even blame her for giving up.

It pinched, then it burned. Like my skin was on fire. I didn't stop, I never hesitated. Then I did the other wrist, slitting them both open.

They bled out into the water. Painting my skin as I laid my head back. A weak smile placed on my lips as I closed my eyes. A single tear running down my cheek.

I let the bloody blade fall into the tub from my limp hand. Slicing my thighs as it fell. The tubs water filled completely with my blood.

This is it.
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Mattheo Riddles POV -

We all had been standing uncomfortably outside Zabinis mansion for 10 minutes. We knew she was up there because the light of her bedroom was on. But we didn't hear footsteps nor did we hear her voice.

"Have you called her?" I questioned pacing around. "Going on Seven unanswered calls..." Nott informed me. What is she doing?

"We're breaking the door down." I decided. Nobody argued with me on this. I slammed my body into the door repeatedly. Finally it broke open, all of us walking inside.

Astoria had a tight grip on Draco's arm as we went up the wood steps. We searched the few doors beside us before going to Embers bedroom.

Theo gave me a worried glance when we didn't see her in her bed. The light shun into the room from under the bathroom door. It illuminated the dark room.

The doorhandle turned signaling to us it wasn't locked. I knocked before opening it. "Ember, you in here?" I hollered. No response. We waited another minute. Still no response.

I cracked open the bathroom door slowly. My eyes went to the bathtub that was placed at the very end of the large bathroom. Ember was sitting in the tub her wrists completely slit open and bleeding into the water.

"Fuck! Emmy!" I yelled out falling to my knees beside the tub. Astoria gasped shoving her face into Draco's shoulder before he ran over to us taking a towel and wrapping it around Embers body.

We pulled her out of the tub and into my arms. Theodore checked the pulse on her neck. "It's still there but barely." He croaked out. "Shit we need to get her to a hospital!" Draco told us as we jogged down the steps.

Draco swings open the door to his car letting me in with Ember limp in my arms before running to the drivers seat. Starting the car and speeding off down the road.

The nearest hospital was 10 minutes away. "Please don't die..." I whispered into Embers ear. "I know it's hard, but my kids need you." They're going to be crushed.

I ripped apart my white button up tying the shreds around her wrists which were oozing blood. "Go faster." I demanded when a cop with a siren came up behind us. We ignored the cop driving faster.

After 6 minutes in the car 3 more cop cars were chasing after us. 4 more minutes there were 7 cop cars with their sirens blaring. Draco sped the Audi into the parking lot.

I held Ember into me tighter, Astoria running from the backseat to open the door for me. When it opened cops surrounded us. I stood from the seat pushing them away and jogging to the front door of the hospital.

The walls were white along with the floor. A nurse standing at the front desk with multiple patients and doctors roaming around the halls.

"Help! Please she needs help!" I alarmed everyone as I ran in. Doctors and nurses coming to us quickly with a stretcher. They took her from me setting her body onto the stretcher.

When I went to go with her two nurses held me back. The rest of the group came in trying to do the same thing, only to be stopped.

"Are you her father?" The first nurse asked me. "Her fathers dead." I told her. She nodded her head. "Does she have a mother, maybe an older sibling we need to contact?" The second nurse wondered. I shook my head at them.

"No she had nobody, her parents are dead and she's an only child. I'm all she has left." They looked back at Ember in understanding now.

Before they must've thought she was just some random depressed teenager wanting attention. But she had her reasons, I just wish she didn't use them as an out.

"Who are you?" The second nurse continued. "I'm a good friend of her mother and father, her godfather." I admitted to them. "Have you filed for custody?" They asked almost in sync.

"No, her father just fucking died! She's 17." I cracked under the pressure raising my voice. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back at Theodore who was trying to comfort me while also comforting himself.

Ember was important to all of us.

To Astoria she was a second daughter, after her mom died Astoria stepped in to be a mother figure.

She would always mess with Theodore with pranks and jokes just as Dabria once did.

With Draco she was always sweet and compassionate. Telling him about her days and asking about his.

To me, she was the girl my daughter was attached to at the hip and the girl that my son was head over heels for.

I never treated her like a daughter even though I am her godfather.

I want a redo.

I need a redo with her.

She's got nobody. No parents, no siblings, no other family except for us.

Im gonna be her somebody.