𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Chapter 33

NOVA ROSELLE

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I stared motionless at what looked like a murder scene that corrupted the toilet.

I couldn't begin to imagine what I was seeing, my whole body began to shake violently again and I shook my head back and forth in denial as tears burned my eyes.

I quickly snapped out of my trance and flushed the toilet, staggering upright to look in the mirror as my hands clenched the sink, my knuckles quickly turning white at the pressure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I whispered aggravatingly, a horrible thought coming to mind as the only explanation that would be able to decipher this situation played in my mind like a broken record.

I brought a shaky hand up to my mouth and slowly wiped at the blood residue on my lips, the action causing it to smear onto my cheek, making me sigh in frustration.

Turning on the hot and cold taps I scooped up a handful of the lukewarm water and splashed it onto my face, I wasn't wearing any makeup so luckily it wasn't hard to get the blood off.

I scrubbed violently feeling awful from what I just experienced, making red patches burn onto my skin as the water suddenly turned scolding hot. I hissed at the pain and flicked my wrist to turn the taps off before turning around and sliding down the cabinets until I hit the floor.

More tears fell from my eyes as I rested my head in my hands and bent my legs so I was sat protectively in my own bubble.

This couldn't be happening, two months I had, two months of peace, it was like my whole world was mocking me and laughing at me for thinking that everything was finally getting better and then throwing it all back into my face.

Narcissa came into my thoughts and I let out a strangled sob, I couldn't tell her, she would be devastated. I couldn't even begin to picture the look on her face if I ever told her in simple words: the cure didn't work.

That was my one and only explanation for this, for why my insides feel like they're projecting on me, the only time I ever felt like this was when that god awful potion was inside of me. However, the blood was something new, something that tells me this time there's no escaping it.

Druella warned me of this, she told me straight up that the cure wasn't reliable. But, it did work for the months after I consumed it, when those muggles were given their chance to go back to their normal lives.

I had hope, hope that was placed on those said muggles and that's what pained me the most.

That's why I couldn't tell anyone, not Narcissa, not my friends, no one until I can figure this out, it might be a fluke, a one time thing, waiting it out seemed like the best thing to do in this moment of time. I couldn't worry anyone, I wouldn't be able to stand their pity or words of affirmation.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a loud knock on the door. "Nov, you alright in there." Hermione slurred, followed by a hiccup and a low groan.

I swallowed. "Yeah, fine. Give me a second." I replied, doing my best to cover any signs of distress in my voice.

I waited, but no other words were spoken and slow footsteps were heard gradually fading as she moved away from the door and down the hall.

I sighed and stood up from my position on the floor, I turned to the mirror to examine my appearance. My eyes were red around the edges from crying, however it was subtle and could be passed as tiredness.