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The Black Lake

When Lia arrived back at her room, she immediately flung herself into her bed. How can I be so stupid? He's going to tell everyone, because of course he didn't believe my idiotic lie. Why does he care so much anyway?

Thoughts raced through Lia's head, disrupting her wish to fall into a deep sleep. When two hours passed and she was still wide awake with anxiety, Lia decided to just give up on sleep for now. Wearing her pajamas and changing into sneakers, Lia snuck through the exit of the castle.

The other Slytherin's and her always used to leave the castle to play muggle games like Man Hunt, tag, and hide & seek when they were younger. When Lia stepped outside it was frigid. It felt less like Autumn and more like Winter every day December crept closer.

When Lia started off on her jog, she felt alive. The wind was icy against her pale skin, turning her cheeks red. As the run went on though, her chest began to ache. Not a throbbing ache but a ruthless, stabbing pain. Now, Lia was always one to push herself over her limits so when she got tired, she urged to legs to keep moving. How many calories will this burn? She thought.

When she got to Black Lake, she was seeing black dots and her ears were ringing. Not wanting to faint and fall of the edge of Hogwarts into the magical creature infested lake, she took a step back. When her feet touched fluffy grass, she intentionally collapsed into the green crops. Looking towards the beautiful sky she could see all different stars, even Draco's.

After Lia arrived back in her room, her sweat coated body fell right asleep with exhaustion. When she woke she felt disgusting, deciding to take a long hot shower instead of going to breakfast. As she stepped out of the bathroom though, a loud knock sounded at her door.

"Who is it?" Lia asked nervously. She was wrapped in a small towel, her scars and cuts all on display.

"It's Draco. I've come to bring you to breakfast," Draco said softly.

"I just got out of the shower. Give me a second."

Lia hurriedly got dressed into her uniform, and grabbed her wand, opening the door to find Draco.

"Hey, Draco," Lia smiled.

"Hey, Lia. Lets go to breakfast," Draco said.

"I'm actually not feeling to well, again. I might just stay in today."

"Lia, stop, I know what you're doing. It's not healthy."

Lia looked around, not seeing anyone outside her room and pushed Draco inside.

"You don't anything about me, Draco. So please don't start assuming stuff."

"Please, Lia. Just let me-" Draco was cut off.

"You let it happen, Draco. And don't ask, 'what?' Because I know you know," Lia stated, pushing back the tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lia."

"It doesn't matter. You can't change who you are. This whole Mr. Nice act isn't going to work. So please leave."

"Fine," Draco shot, not in his usual soft and caring voice with her, but with an icy and harsh tone.

Lia's stomach sank as she watched him leave her room. Merlin's Beard, why do I always mess things up? Lia's tears that she was holding back spilled over the edge, dripping down her cheeks. She walked over to her toilet tree bag where her blade what stashed.

Lia rolled up her left arm's sleeve and pushed the sharp metal into her arm. It stung at first like it always did, but soon a wave of relief crashed over her. She made five more cuts. These were deep and gaping, turning white before gushing blood.

Lia took gauze and wrapped it around her blood soaked arm. More hot tears poured down her pale face. She used to be tan, but now she looked different. Well, to herself she was all fat and ugly. Needed to lose more weight, needed to slice and destroy her body.

To others, though, her face was gaunt, her cheekbones just beginning to protrude her skin. Eye-bags shadowed under her eyes, making her look like she hadn't slept for days. Her ribs poked through her stomach, less fat covering it then before.

Lia took of her clothes once more. She hadn't weighed herself in a while, and she knew for sure she had gained weight. Just last week she had been forced to eat chicken and some corn. But when Lia stepped onto the scale it read: 103 lbs.

She didn't look close to her weight goal which made her suspicious so she stepped on the scale again. It still flashed the same numbers. Now that she was mostly at the weight she wanted, she could go back to eating, right? But her mind swirled with thoughts. I'm gonna gain all the weight back. I can't stop. People still think I'm fat. Maybe if I get down to 95 lbs I'll be okay.

Lia was so sick of these thoughts. Why couldn't she be normal? Eat like a growing teenager should? More tears fell down her face, she just wanted to be okay.