HBC + character One Shots!

- Bellatrix | Office sympathy

This is actually the first Bella chapter without the 'Teacher' story line, so I hope you enjoy! : )

Also, this one-shot was requested by the wonderful simpforHBC_16256  !

Also, this is not set in the Harry Potter universe, I'm merely using Bella as a character

Let's get into it!
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Tw: past sh, scars, talk of scars, some PTSD..
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All alone, at least objectively... but spiritually, the ever increasing voices sounding so close to my own kept going. The office itself was filled with people, but the bathroom sure was empty. Times were getting harder to maintain, past memories sparking up in my mind..

I look into my eyes through the reflection in the mirror, not fully knowing what to search for. Those orbs that were staring back at me has seen so much, yet what they were seeing at this moment scared me.

I was falling back.. that same habit of having to do something to distract me from all of these whispers and thoughts. My hands flew to my ponytail, untying it sloppily to lessen the pressure that seemed to be pushing down on my skull.

Loosely, some strands of my hair fell downwards, immediately giving me some release from the ever building tension. This bathroom had helped me somehow, although the mirror was a little distracting.

My sleeves rolled up, prepared to avoid the water as it splashed down the wide sink. My eyes left their reflection and immediately closed, my hands cupping some water in their palms to run over my cheeks only slightly.

Carefully my wet fingertips tapped the cold water over my skin, leaving behind a moistened residue. The temperature change quickly helped, my breathing trying to regain their rhythm.

Why did things have to be so complicated?

My head remained slightly dipped in the sink, my eyes still closed, my breathing still steadying. Time passed slowly, my eyes sadly having to open, meeting the sight of my wet wrists...

The moment suddenly turned dull and numb, those all too familiar scars still remaining engraved into my skin. Leaning back up, my gaze seemed to focus on nothing, instead, my body moved me to a stall and away from sight.

My body slumped against the floor of the stall, making me feel super hygienic. My back hit the wall and soon my head joined the contact. I was back at taking the comfort of a bathroom to soothe my head.

My fingers moved to the rubber band I kept around my wrist at desperate times when I needed an outlet. It settled between my fingertips as I began pulling it upwards, and snap, it collided against my skin. Nothing.. like every time, I felt nothing when it snapped back.

I didn't know what else to do, for the action had become a habit rather than an outlet by now, but it didn't help.

Every time I went to pluck it back my, my fingers were met with the slight up-dent of my previous actions. Scars are what they were, for I had not done it since.. thank night.. two years ago..

Once again, I had de-constructed my razor, pulling out the small blade between the plastic with the help of my tweezers. A process I had gone through several times now..

Sanitizer was placed on the counter, multiple of my tears already coating the marble surface.

"Deep breaths, you're an adult now.. you just had a shit meeting, resulting with you having to fire one of your best employees, no stress."