Gone

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I shot up trying to hide the blood on the floor with my feet. I hid my arm behind my back hoping he wouldn't notice.

He bursted into my room. He didn't say anything. It worries me. I saw his eye wonder around the room, to behind my feet and behind my back.

"What is that" he stared at the blood in the floor.

"Oh...erm...I dropped some paint" I knew this excuse wasn't going to fool him at all.

He walked towards me slowly.

"That's not paint" he notices I was hiding something from him.

He tried to grab my arm the was behind my back. I backed up, but I couldn't move anymore the bed was behind me. He looked me in my eyes. I was in a trance by his gorgeous grey eyes. I finally gave up and let him take my arm. Seeing all the cuts and scars on my arm. He rang his cold fingers along my arm not caring if he got blood on him.

"Why" I didn't know how to reply. I pulled my arm away from him and started to get more tissue to clean up the mess I made.

"Hey, stop!" I stop, obeying him.

He put his hand on my lower back and guided my the and chair that was sat in my room. I curled up in a ball, putting my head to my knees sobbing like a baby I was. He muttered a spell which I didn't hear over my loud cries

"Scourgify"

I moved my head slightly so I could see what we was doing without lifting me head. The room looked brand new, all the blood and tissues were gone. He walked over to me lifter my chin up with one finger so I looked at him.

"Can I see?" I ignored him.

"Please" he seemed like he was hurt by what I had done. I don't know why it's like he cared for me. I lifted my arm up so he could inspect even more. I put my head down quickly, ashamed of myself.
He muttered yet another spell.

"Episkey"

I ignored it as I didn't know what it meant. I didn't pay any attention in any classes.

I jerked my head up as I felt a tightness in my arm. I snatch my arm out of his grip. My cuts were healing.

"No, no, what have you done"

He looked at me confused. I knew once they healed they wouldn't be any scars there. Great now more empty space for me to destroy myself with.

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