"𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜? 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞."
"𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫."
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or in which a bet between a group of...
(this chapter enfolds some pretty vivid details of SA, skip if you're uncomfortable!)
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THE NEXT COUPLE DAYS flew by in a blur of a new found routine. Monroe would wake up in a some kind of sweat and state of panic in the middle of the night, go to her lessons, attend detention with James, and repeat.
Tonight was another example of that routine, it was three in the morning when Monroe jumped up from her sleep with a shattered sob. Another night meant another nightmare that would plague her mind with no pity.
She ran her hands through her hair with a sigh as she aggressively wiped any trace of tears from her cheeks. This was horrible - she was constantly exhausted and beginning to fear her own state of unconsciousness, but it was all she knew. Monroe didn't remember the last time she'd had a night of peaceful sleep where she could slip into a relaxed state and not have to be more alert than she did when she was awake.
Monroe pushed herself out of bed, determined to go get some fresh air in the privacy of the astronomy tower where also hoped the cold autumn air would calm down the sweats of fear tormenting her whole body.
She was quiet as ever as she tiptoed out of the dungeons and up the many flights of stairs that led to her desired destination - she ignored the persistent dizziness she felt as the movement. She was using too much emergency when she didn't have much of it because of her lack of sleep and lack of well, other things.
She sighed in relief when she made it to the top of the highest point of the castle, she sat dangerously on the banister of the balcony, enjoying the cold air that was brushing against every part of her skin that wasn't covered by her pyjamas as she lit up a cigarette between her soft lips.
"You should cover up y'know? You'll catch your death."
Monroe didn't panic in the company of many people. She could defend and protect herself in most occasions. With the accretion of her parents, and well, the man that had creeped up behind her in this moment, Victor Hathensbee, a fellow Slytherin in the year above her. One that she didn't have the best memories associated with.
"Victor." Monroe muttered as she took a deep drag of her cigarette, trying to keep her nerves hidden as she refused to look at the older boy.
"Haven't seen you in a a while, little Taylor." The boy said as Monroe could sense his presence creep closer to her as she pinched herself to remind her of her sense of reality.
