Endearing ~ (HP x OC) - ON HOLD

6. "It helps take the pain away"

Imogen

*⚠️ TW : Contains themes of mental health (depression & anxiety) PTSD , child abuse & self harm ⚠️*

Later that night

Once Penelope showed me and the other Ravenclaw newbies our new home for the next coming months. Everyone else had settled into their beds for the night. But I couldn't get settled at all.

And I know what you're thinking it's only the first night at Hogwarts being away from home and all.

"Finally on a more describing note at the request of the Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts until further notice play host to the Dementors of Azkaban"

Dumbledore's words from his speech in the Great Hill earlier on rang on repeat like a broken record through my brain.

"Why did those things have to come back and haunt the fuck out of me?" I groaned slipping off the comfy warm bedsheets against my body to silently match into the bathroom.

Stood with a blank expression written on my face looking at myself in the mirror.

"What is wrong with you, Imogen?" My reflection devilish smirked at me. "Nothing" I shrugged tilting my head to side. "I just can't sleep that's all" The other version of me laughed. "Really?"

I scoffed under my breath. "Yes fucking Really" The mirror barked. "Don't lie" I wanted to scream but I couldn't. So instead I used my pent up frustration and threw my fist against the wall.

Over.

And.

Over.

Again.

Until my knuckles turned red and visible bruises appeared onto my outsider palm. Luckily I didn't have to worry about disturbing the others as they slept in their beds without a care in the world.

The harsh hailing rain outside put me more on edge, I looked around every corner alarmed and paranoid in case a Dementor found it's way into the Ravenclaw tower.

"Oh what's the matter, Imogen. Are you scared?" The mirror taunted me in a wicked tone. I wiped the sweat dipped across my forehead as I felt teardrops form within my eyelids.

"I don't wanna feel like this anymore" I cried as my tears rolled below my cheeks. "How can I make it stop?" I blunted out through a sharp breath. "Sometimes I ask why I was even born in first place?"

I wiped another tear that rolled down my cheek and i closed my eyes shut whilst taking a deep breath. Awaiting for the mirror to speak again. "I think you already know the answer to that, Imogen?"'

My mind was in focus as I sat on the toilet seat in deep thought. "Fuck my life!" I mumbled under my breath staring up into space and feeling overwhelmed. I dived off the toilet seat and punched my wounded fist against the wall again as my rage once again eased away.

"It feels good doesn't it?" The mirror smirked through a chuckle. "Yeah?" I answered bushing my fingertips over my bruised knuckles. "It does"

Maybe this was the only way I could cope being at Hogwarts. Being away from my no good parents.

Especially.

My.

Psycho.

Homicide.

Bitch.

Of.

A.

Mother.

The mirror nodded. "Good anytime dark thoughts get into your head, Imogen. Use your fists to unleash it. Because it helps take the pain away"

"Ok" I agreed without any hesitation filled in my voice. "I'll do it. I'll do anything to get the shitty fucked up thoughts out of my head"

I blinked my eyelashes and looked towards the mirror to see that my reflection had returned back to normal.