𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜... | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ |

23.

23. liar 
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I'M FUCKING DONE WITH boys. I need either a woman for an old rich man. I haven't moved from my dorm. Tanya also hadn't come back, which I was mostly thankful for. God, maybe I'll be single for the rest of my life, which is probably better than Conan. 

The amount of texts I got from my friends were more than yesterdays, mostly because they hadn't seen me ever since the incident. The only person who seemed to be able to guess who it was in those photos was Zara. But there was no way I'd be able to face her now that she knew what I did. 

I was terrified to speak to my sister, she saw the photos, she's going to tell our dad. Life's just great, so great that I didn't have anymore tears to shed... and I needed a new pillow case. 

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zummy 🤭 - elsa ❄️ 

zummy 🤭 
i know you're ignoring me and i know you probably need a lot of time, but i'm here edith. i always will be 
just let me know when you're ready to talk 
i love you so much 🫶 

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I couldn't stand it here, my mind was a really messed up place to be. All I wanted to do before anything else was punch Warren in the fucking face, break his nose, and take it, burn it, shoot it into the atmosphere so that he looked like Voldemort, but that would be an insult to Voldemort himself. And there was no way I could face Warren like this, not when he could easily say something and completely break me down. 

If I was going to get my revenge, I'd want to do it in the best, most pettiest way possible. As soon as I'm done shaking from crying and anxiety. My question was how was I supposed to go back to a normal life, where everything is okay again? I have no fucking clue. 

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My days began to look really similar to each other and were extremely boring, but it was better than facing everyone. I ignored everybody's texts, I ignored the classes I had to attend, and avoided Defence Against the Dark Arts like the black plague. I hadn't showered and sat in the same place on my bed, sulking. I always made sure my body was covered, from my ankles to my neck and down to my hands, that way nothing else could happen. I felt disgusting, but nobody was here to tell me that I stink. 

My nerves never seemed to die down, they bounced around, scaring me with everything, whether it was a sound, a memory or a future worry. My head was reeling. 

People think you're disgusting. 

People think that you could be used. 

You have serious issues. 

You should just give up. 

Nobody ever wants to talk to you ever again. 

Your friends know that they are your pictures, and they find it repulsive. 

Your sister knows. 

You're exactly like your mother. 

You deserved it. 

Never show your face again. 

Malfoy knows. 

Van knows. 

Dad knows. 

Everyone knows. 

You can't escape anymore.