Blood is falling | Slytherin boys

Son of a devil

"Time for bed," Mattheo declares firmly as we step into my dormitory.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," I reply, pressing my hand against my mouth.

"Then go to the bathroom," he responds, his tone a bit irritable.

I dash to the bathroom, hand still clamped over my mouth, and drop to the floor, quickly lifting the toilet seat to be sick. Mattheo bursts in just moments later.

"That's it, let it all out," he encourages, gently holding my hair back and rubbing my back.I retch again.

"Good job darling, just a little more," he says, soothingly stroking my back as I lean over the toilet.

I glance up at him, wiping my mouth. "I just want to sleep now."

He shakes his head, insisting I take a shower. He strides over to turn on the water, then returns a moment later with a pair of pajamas from my bed.

"I'll be right here," he assures me, settling outside the door. I strip off my clothes and step into the warm shower. The thick, soothing water cascades over my skin, sending shivers of comfort through me. I scoop some water into my hands and splash my face, feeling a wave of refreshment wash over me. I'm utterly exhausted, but I don't want to get out.

"You alright in there?" I hear Mattheo call from outside. I respond that I'm fine.After a few more moments, I switch off the water and reach for a towel, standing in the cold for a brief second with the towel wrapped around me. Water trickles down my skin, pooling on the floor beneath me. I dry myself off and slip into my cozy pajamas. As I open the door, I find Mattheo waiting patiently. Our eyes meet for a fleeting moment before I manage a small smile and walk past him toward my bed.

"This doesn't mean we're friends, alright?" he says, trailing behind me.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I dismiss him with a shrug.

He seizes my arm. "I'm serious."

I wince at his grip."Why do you keep wincing when I touch you?" he asks, his brow furrowed in concern."It's nothing," I reply, looking down at the floor."Show me," he insists, pulling my sleeve up to reveal a canvas of fresh cuts on my arm. His eyes widen in shock, and a look of sorrow washes over his face. He holds my arm for a moment, stunned, before releasing it. I quickly cover my arm again, tears threatening to spill.

"Why would you do that?" he asks, his voice trembling as if he might cry himself.

"It feels good," I admit, on the verge of breaking down."Never do that to yourself ever again," he says, his tone grave."Why do you care? You don't even like me," I challenge."I don't care, but I care about my friends, and they care about you. I don't want them worrying about you," he replies.

~Mattheos pov~

I feel bad, like really bad. Is it because of me? I sure hope not. But why does she have to hurt herself like that? I know I shouldn't care, but I can't help it; there's something about her that draws me in. I wish I could help her.

Her gaze meets mine, glistening with fragile tears. My heart aches for her, a profound empathy washing over me.

"Is there anything I can get for you?" I ask, attempting to ease the tension.

"Some medicine, my head is pounding. It's in the cabinet above the bathroom sink," she replies softly.

I step into her bathroom, the steam still lingering in the air from her recent shower. As I open the cabinet, a collection of orange pill bottles greets me, each one bearing her name. I can't resist examining them, my heart sinking with each label I read. I pick up the first one.

Y/N Y/L/N Antidepressant stimulant for depression and anxiety, take one by mouth daily.

I reach for another.

Y/N Y/L/N Mood stabilizer and stimulant for psychosis and bipolar disorder.

Shit, she really is going through a lot. Great. Now I feel even worse. I put the bottles back, I grab the panadol and close the cabinet. I leave the bathroom to find Y/N nestled in her blankets, fast asleep."Y/N, you awake? I've got your medicine," I whisper gently.

She doesn't answer, and a small smile unexpectedly spreads across my face. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and make my way to the couch, where a neatly folded blanket awaits. I settle down beneath it, closing my eyes after stealing one last glance at Y/N.

~the next morning~ 

~y/ns pov~

I slowly rub my eyes and open them, my head is pounding and I can only remember a few things from the party. I can't believe I didn't realise what jackson was trying to do to me. How could I be that stupid. I sit up in my bed and take a sip from the glass of water placed on my bedside table. I look at my alarm clock which reads 11:32am. I guess I really needed that sleep in. My eyes wonder around the room and I find myself all alone. Where is mattheo? I call his name and search the room. I guess he must've left.

I go into the bathroom to have a quick shower and wash my face. I put some basic clothes on and go outside. I make my way into the slytherin common room where all the boys are.

"Morning sleepy head" Theo laughs

I close my eyes and tilt my head back before going to sit down with them. I look at mattheo and he smiles without showing his lips. Oh? He wasn't going to say anything about last night or at least be rude to me?

"Well we were planning on pranking the gryffindor girls today if you want to come with us" Enzo asks.

"No thanks, i think i'm just gonna chill here" I say frowning.

"You're no fun you loser" Draco jokes.

The boys leave and i'm all by myself again, waiting for something, anything to happen.