Stuck with a Slytherin

6: "...I hope you're okay."

You open your eyes, slapping the alarm clock that sits on your nightstand.

You get out of bed, grab a few things from your closet, and head to the bathroom to change.

But when you look in the mirror, you can see yourself beaming back at you. Why am I smiling so much-gosh. You turn away from the mirror, pulling off your pajamas, and replacing them with your uniform.

Black leggings covered your legs underneath a deep green skirt, with a grey shirt tucked in. Your Slytherin robe hung loosely over you.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw Kylie waiting impatiently by the door.

"Finally. What took you so long, and why are you smiling at me like that?"

You shrugged, and memories of last night came flooding into your mind.

Malfoy, homework, studying, Kylie's... The smile dropped from your face faster than you thought possible.

"I, uh, don't know. Look, are you okay? Last night wa-"

"I'm fine." She cut you off, pasting a fake smile on her face. "See you in the Great Hall?"

And at your nod, she stepped into the bathroom and shut the door forcefully. You couldn't leave it alone, having dealt with enough night terrors to know that you didn't get them for no reason.

You decided to confront her about it later, grabbing a hair-tie before heading towards the Commons.

As you walked into the Great Hall, you scanned the Slytherin table for Malfoy. Maybe you could sit with him today, since he was nice last night, and Kylie was mad?

You gave him a soft smile as you sat down near him, but it dropped quickly when he scowled at you.

You looked at the food on the table, grabbing a few pieces of toast and setting them on your plate.

After a few minutes, you risked another glance at Malfoy, only to see him looking in disgust between you and your plate.

You set down the fork you were holding and looked around for Kylie, but she was sitting with Daphne, Pansy, Daphne's little sister Astoria, and her own little sister Kimberly.

Taking a shaky breath, you stood up, trying to hold back the panic that was rising in you.

Malfoy looked up at you again, finally voicing the words that he must have been aching to say all morning, by the looks of it.

"You look dreadful, Y/n. Did you sleep at all? Probably not, you were too busy stuffing your face, by the looks of it. You really shouldn't eat as much."

His friends snickered, and you tried to escape to Kylie, attempting at deep breaths.

But he just wouldn't stop.

"Really, you're getting a little chubby. Where are you going, anyways? Heading to the bathroom? Gonna make yourself sick?" I've thought about it. "Wouldn't hurt. Well, I guess it would, but it's you so it's okay."

You gave up on trying to quell the panic rising in your chest, your heart speeding, and your lungs unable to bring in air. You were trembling all over.

You started walking away, then resorted to running when people started turning your way. It's one thing for people to see you run out of the Great Hall. That will die down in an hour. But seeing you have a panic attack will not go away as quickly.

You could faintly hear someone call your name as you pushed open the doors and burst into the hallway, but you paid them no attention.

You headed towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, knowing that is the last place people would look. You're constantly complaining about her.

Tears streaming down your face, you slid down the wall, ignoring the coos of the lonely teenage ghost.

Your breathing was fast and uneven, and you were still shaking. The nausea threatened to overtake you as you sat against the cold wall, replaying Malfoy's words in your head, over and over.

You looked around, silently begging for something to give relief. Your eyes fell on a broken mirror in the back corner.

Standing up, you stumbled over to it, grabbing a fallen piece of reflective glass from the counter. You looked at yourself in the remains of the mirror, how your cheeks were fuller, your waist less of a contrast from your hips, and your thighs a little bit wider than a month ago.

You fat, pathetic, worthless pig.

Your dad's words rang in your ears and you placed the glass onto your arm, just below the inside of your elbow.

You pressed down on the mirror bit, and tried not to scream as you dragged it across your sensitive skin.

Again and again you sliced yourself open, all with a ghost in the corner begging you to stop. And after a few moments, you tired of her and threw the glass at her.

She gasped and floated over to you, standing in the sink and gazing at you sadly as you cried.

"I'm not really sure what's going on, but I hope you're okay. People don't normally come in here, so if you ever need an escape, you can come here again." You looked up at the ghost.

"Uh," your voice shook and you took in another unsteady breath. "Okay, thanks." You hadn't expected her to be this nice.

You rinsed off your bleeding arm before heading back to the wall, sliding down it once more. But then you shot up, pulling down your sleeve when someone burst into the room. Kylie.

She ran over to you and put her hands on your shoulders, and you flinched at the touch. "Oh my gosh, Y/n, are you okay? I've been looking literally everywhere for you."

You were confused for a second as to why, as the pain from cutting distracted you from the anxiety-which was the point. But then the whole thing rushed back, and you collapsed, being overtaken by panic yet again.

Kylie reacted quickly, supporting you as you fell to the tiles. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I've got you." She murmured to you as you tried once again to catch your breath.

Malfoy's words had hit far too close to home, since they were extremely similar to what your dad said to you every day over the summer.

You had convinced yourself that it was only him who thought that, so when the words came from him, you usually didn't respond like this. But knowing that someone else felt the same way...

You felt the nausea return, and tried to stand up, but your knees gave out. "I-I-"

"No, shh, you can stay here." Kylie's attempts at calming you were nice, but they never really worked.

Myrtle was looking on from the corner again, seemingly upset at seeing someone like this in her bathroom.

You gasped for air, giving yourself to Kylie, and she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you to her chest. This is how it always went, until the panic was released.

But today you were also dealing with the fear of her seeing your fresh cuts.