He pulled me back by my waist and in front of him. He was towering over me as he sat me down in the chair. He kneeled down to my level and looked at my face.
"You got something to tell me sweetheart?" My breath hitched as I slowly nodded no.
He sm...
"I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye," - Taylor Swift, Daylight.
First Person POV:
TW: Panic Attacks, Drugs, Self Harm
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I still felt nothing inside my chest as I walked out the Forbidden Forest. Tyler was on the ground, unconscious. He wouldn't come back at me. I know he wouldn't. I scared him off. At least for now. A small smile crept on my face, in disgusting, ugly pride. One had to have the mental capacity to perform such a spell, and I performed the spell. Somewhere, in the back of my head, I knew I shouldn't be feeling like this. I should be feeling disgust for myself. I should be self loathing. I should be... I should be...
Crying on the bathroom floor. Again. Knife in hand. Blood all over my legs. Tears all over my face. Regret filling my chest. The scent of vomit still reeking the bathroom stall. My legs felt like lead. I couldn't stand. Through my loud, ugly crying, I heard the door to the bathroom creaking open. My eyes immediately widened in fear and I slapped my hand over my mouth.
I hear giggling. Two girls. FUCK!
"Are you SURE, no one is here?" Ginny's small voice asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. C'mon, there's no one here, NO one will hear us."
YES! SOMEONE WILL HEAR YOU AND THEY DON'T WANT TOO.
THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE SCENARIO. WHAT DO I WHAT DO I DO WHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDO!
"STOP!" I yell.
I hear yelps from both Ginny and Luna as they quickly stumble out.
"SNOW?" They both yell in unison.
"Where are you?" I hear Ginny ask.
"In the stall, I wasn't feeling well so..."
The two of them were silent after that.
"W-we'll go somewhere else," Ginny awkwardly whispered, her voice much quieter now. I heard their footsteps leaving the bathroom and I let out a sigh of relief. I cleaned up everything quickly with a spell and stepped out of the spell, flinching at the sight in the mirror.
Back in my dorm, Ginny wasn't there, and likely wouldn't be back for the rest of the night. I was definitely not getting any sleep tonight. My nerves were still on edge. Xanax? No, I can't overdose. I already took enough. I dug through my *emergency only when you need a boost* stash and took out Benadryl, which supposedly calms you nerves. I swallowed two hole, with a small sip of water. I was still feeling peckish, but I'd just have to trust it would kick in soon. The pain in my legs were on a whole other scale this time. But I knew I deserved it. I hurt Tyler. Doesn't matter if he deserved it. I shouldn't have done it. He deserved to be in more pain-
I palmed my forehead, trying to shake away the thought. Fuck! Don't think that!
All of a sudden, everything went still.
No. No. Not again. I can't...
It all slipped into blackness. The last thing I remember is my head hitting my pillow and me falling back into a land of misery and pain.
Mattheo's POV:
I was in my bed, laying down, holding the jacket onto me. It still felt like Snow. I was gripping onto it, as if it was going to let me know what the fuck Loren meant. He sure as hell wasn't telling the truth. A thought came to me which caused me to sit up.
She wouldn't... no, there's no way. She wouldn't cheat on me. She's Snow, MY, Snow. But now the thought wouldn't get out of my head. She didn't meet me when she was supposed to. Eveyrything about her has been off. And I was just excusing it for her being upset about Sirius. I wasn't allowing myself to think everything through.
I heard a light knocking on my door. The clock on my nightstand said it was 2 am. Who the fuck would show up at 2 am? I reluctantly stand up, praying it's Snow. I am unpleasantly surprised when it is fucking Tyler. He was on his knees, bloodies up, looking up desperately.
"Help...me," he said, before pathetically collapsing.
I scoffed, feeling absolutely no remorse whatsoever. But... I needed to know what happened. So, without even bothering to be gentle, I dragged him on the floor by his legs.
Snow's POV:
"Snow."
"Get out! Why are you still here? I got rid of you months ago!"
"But you never did. You temporarily blocked me out. You were never in the state of mind to keep me out. So I made myself right at home. And you let me."
I screamed, as I felt my insides tearing apart.
"Let me out!"
"If you want me out, then you'll let me out. But you aren't... because you want me here."
"Stop it!" I say weakly. I felt weak. I never let Voldemort out of my mind that day at the ministry. Not intentionally, but it just happened. He stayed there. Xanax numbed him out of my mind, but he would always come back stronger. "Fuck you. I will get you out of my mind. And when I do... you are in for a WORLD of pain."
All I hear is a menacing cackle as I feel the coldness of Voldemort's soul within myself and in the deepest crevices of my mind before I wake up, shaking, sweating, and in tears. Slowly, hating myself, I reach for my knife.
One last time... I swear.
Felt like doing a double update and I had the motivation :)) What do we think?
Surprise!! Voldemort never left hehe...
Predictions for upcoming events?? I won't reveal anything...
