Y/n x Mattheo

9

*TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm*

*A week later, because I realize there are males reading this, and I don't wanna horrify them by writing the pain I usually go through on a period. You're welcome dudes. I except payment in books, mainly romance ;)*

School was starting now, and we were headed to Platform 9 3/4 at the moment. I was beginning to regret very decision I had made over the summer. Including becoming a Death Eater. My arm would occasionally burst in random pain, causing me to cut at the mark. Yes, I know that counts as self harm, but it hurts. Like hell.

We head off onto the train, and go find a compartment. I get the window seat, because I freaking can, and so I zone out (which I have been told means that I death stare at nothing) and not accidently threaten someone. I stare out the window and Tom and Mattheo converse. I'm to. busy think about the subtle pain in my arm.

Tom: "Y/n? Y/n? Y/N!"

I snap out of my trance.

Y/n: "Yeah?"

Mattheo: "We were asking you if pineapple belongs on pizza. You've been zoned out this entire time."

Y/n: "It doesn't. Everyone knows that."

(Sorry to all you people that think it does, but it really doesn't.)

Mattheo: "See!"

Tom rolls his eyes.

Mattheo: "Okay but really. What's wrong?"

Y/n: "Nothing. I'm just tired."

They don't talk to me the rest of the train ride.

We arrive at Hogwarts an hour later, and I feel like ripping my arm off. We walk into the great hall, and we drag through the sorting and announcements. Some bitch named Umbridge was now teaching DADA. I didn't really listen to her cause I was too repulsed by that UGLY bright pink cardigan. Ew. 

Food appears on the table, but I don't have an appetite from all the pain in my arm, so I get up without eating anything and head to the girls bathroom and pull out my pen knife. I drag it down the Dark Mark and a few tears fall from the pain. I scream a little the next time I drag the knif down and more tears.

I continue this process a few more times till I'm in a fit of sobs and I can't hold the knife without shaking. I grab some toilet paper and clean the blood away. I cover my arm with my sleeve and walk to my dorm. This year we were doing something new, and we were supposed to be sharing a room with one of the boys. I hope I  get someone I can tolerate. So in other words, anyone but Draco and Mattheo. I start to change when I hear the door open.

???: "Oh my god! Get some clothes on!"

I turn around and see the one person I didn't want to share a room with. Mattheo Fucking Riddle. I finish getting my pjs on.

Y/n: "I swear to Salazar, if you're my roommate, I'm gonna go complain to Dumblewhore."

Mattheo: "Well, you can't. It's final."

I wanted to stab someone. I will stab someone. But before I can decide on who, my arm starts to hurt, and I can feel blood dripping down my arm. I go to the bathroom with saying another word, and I wipe the blood away.

*** I am so sorry that this is short. I've been struggling with my mental health lately and I've been busy with things. I will try to do better in making these long, but it might be a while.***