Blood is falling | Slytherin boys

The drug effect

It's been a day since I talked to the boys about my 'bad habits' and although I feel bad about it, the truth is we're all addicted to something. I guess mine are just more straight forward. But you know what I don't care. They all probably hail the dark lord like he's this amazing human being, I mean can you even call him a human?

I rise out of my bed, my eyes red and puffy from hardly any sleep and crying basically all night long. I sit up, taking in my the state of my room, empty alcohol bottles littering the floor, ash tray filled with ash, the stench of weed, shit just everywhere. I get up to look myself in the mirror. I grab the sides of the sink to steady myself. As I look at myself in the mirror, I can't help but feel sorry for myself. I mean how did it get so bad so quickly? How did I even get to this place? My hair looks like a birds nest, dry mascara cakes my face. I splash myself with cold water and wipe everything off my face. I brush my hair roughly, not caring about the pain of pulling my hair, honestly the burning sensation felt kinda nice, like i kinda wanted to genuinely rip my hair from my scalp. 

I get changed into my slytherin robes, looking at my skeletal frame in the mirror, the way my hair shaped my face, the dark bags under my eyes. "Well don't you look fantastic" i say to myself sarcastically in the mirror before grabbing my bag and walking to my first class, skipping breakfast in the great hall.

~Dracos pov~

I see y/n stumble into class, i give a look of concern to enzo who returns the same expression. She sits down beside us and I'm instantly met with the smell of cigarettes. 

"All I can smell is those bloody cigarettes y/n" I break the silence

She just shrugs with a mutual expression

"Don't just shrug your shoulders, it's the morning and your saying you've already smoked?" I add

"Yeah and why weren't you at breakfast?" Enzo joins in, a look of concern etched on his face

"Wasn't hungry" I reply softly, barely above a whisper

"Don't give us that bullshit y/n. somethings going on and we know it" Enzo scoffs at my reply

"No I don't want to talk about it" she retorts in anger

What the hell is going on with her. I hate looking at her seeing the bags on her face, her eyes red and face as pale as a piece of damn paper. She's so beautiful yet she's trying to destroy all of it. All I want to do is just grab her hand and explain to her that she's okay and that we're all here for her. That i'm here for her. It's taking so much strength, but I can't show this soft side. I can't help but feel a knot in my stomach every time I see her. She used to be this bright spark, full of laughter and dreams, but now it's like she's fading away right before my eyes.  I can't shake the feeling that each drag from every time she smokes is pulling her further from who she used to be. The laughter that once filled the air has been replaced by awkward silences and the clinking of bottles. I want to tell her that she doesn't have to do this, that there's so much more waiting for her, but every time I try, it feels like she's just slipping further into a darkness I can't follow. It breaks my heart to see her like this, and I can't help but wonder if there's anything I can do to save her before it's too late, but i know i cant go down with her.

"what the hell is going on with you?" I say in an intense tone, probably more than it needed to because she suddenly shoots up from her chair and looks me and enzo directly in the eyes, a cold glare.

"UGH JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she shouts vigorously before storming out of the classroom, all eyes on her, she godamn lucky the teacher isn't here yet. Enzo suddenly jumps out of his seat but I pull him back down, he can't go after her, she needed to be alone. She just lost it for fucksakes.