Chapter 11 ~terrified~

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1st person {y/n's pov}
TW: SH, TRIGGERING, SA TALK

"Don't say you're sorry."

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I woke up to the faint feeling of someone, or something, touching her neck and arms. It began to get worse, it caused me to squirm.

My eyes fluttered open and I realised; no one was touching me. The image of last night raced through my head; Cormac standing there, grabbing my throat and pushing me to my knees as he undid the zip of his trousers.

Usually, I just forget about my bad or embarrassing days, but this was a memory I would probably never forget, no matter how hard I tried. It made me sick to my stomach knowing that if I hadn't had the chance to run, something a lot worse would have happened.

It suddenly occurred to me that it could still happen; he was in this school at this very moment and so was I.

I looked to my right to find Draco asleep in the chair, his hand in my hair as if he had been playing with it.

Oh shit! Draco didn't leave last night. Which meant Daphne saw him. But when I looked, Daph was still asleep.

I climbed out of my bed into the bathroom to take a shower. I undressed, once again seeing the bruises on my neck and legs.

Flashbacks came flooding back from the moment. Cut it out! He didn't touch you properly, you're being so dramatic! It could've been worse! Thoughts flooded my mind as I began to feel the touching sensation once again.

I decided to dress myself back up again as I didn't want to see the bruises any more. He barely touched you! You deserved it anyway! What's the matter with you, it wasn't that bad!

Before I knew it, I was getting the box out from under the sink once again. I carefully took out a blade and a cloth. I placed the blade in a position ready to cut when I heard the door open. It was Draco.

"Y/n are you in here-" He stopped in shock, but retained his calmness rather quickly. Draco walked towards me and took the box along with the blade in my hand away without saying a word.

"Draco, I'm-"

"Don't say you're sorry. I'm taking these so you can't use them anymore." It felt weird seeing him like this. It was as though he was completely motionless, not even mad, upset, or even comforting. He didn't seem comforting, although, not being in shock, or mad, felt comforting in a way. It was like I didn't need to worry about him being disappointed, but he wasn't sympathetic.

It felt nice knowing that there was someone who knew about me cutting myself that wasn't sympathetic. I knew Hermione was always here for me, and I loved her for it, but I didn't like how she thought I would be so sensitive.

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