𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

Chapter 7

♡AN:Incase anyone is confused this chapter is from Draco's point of view and for this whole story it's going to be on and off POV's between the two boys. This whole story is set after the war. Some chapters contain minor mature content references including abuse and sexual acts/rape and strong language. I'll give you a '♨️💢' if there are any scenes including that content. This chapter just contains references about child abuse and self harm, I'll give you a '⭕️' when that happenes. If you want to listen to music in the background I recommend listening to Sad Song by We the Kings . I'll give you a '✩' to when you should start playing the song. If you listen to it in the background softly you'll find it gives the story much more effect. Enjoy!!♡

I jolted awake screaming into the dark, my previous nightmare still having having an effect on me. I quickly clamped my hand on my mouth, not wanting to wake Harry up. I felt tears sliding down my face onto my hand but I didn't remove it. I rocked myself back and forth trying to muffle out any sounds I made. My throat felt dry and my body shook with mental pain and as much as I wanted to make myself stop shaking, my body would not stop.

The only light I could see was the light that was coming through the cracked door. I removed myself from the covers and silently tip toed over to the door. I didn't remove my hand from my mouth and the tears just kept falling. I didn't know where I was headed until I was actually at my destination. I lifted my other hand to knock on Harry's bedroom but I stopped midway, I didn't want to wake him but I didn't want to return to my bed either. I paced back and forth in front of his rooms door, my body shaking with each shuddering movement.

⭕️Self harm starts⭕️

I didn't know what to do, part of me really wanted to go into Harry's room but part of me said I was overreacting and I didn't want to anger him if I woke him up. A muffled sob escaped my body, I was like a leaking faucet, the tears would not stop. All of a sudden my eye caught something that was glistening, and it wasn't just my tears. I walked over to the shimmering object to discover what it was. I knew it was a muggle knife because of all the times I had to chop food for Stratus. I bent down and with a shaky hand I grabbed it. I examined it, it had a beautiful silver handle, it was like a thorn weaving its way around it but there was something black on it, almost like rust.

Alas it was still there, it was stained. A muffled cry escaped my lips and without hesitating I pulled up my sleeve, pressed the knife down to my wrist and in a swift motion I pulled. It was dark and I couldn't quite see but the lamp in the hall made enough light in the hall to the point where I could see the red beads of blood droplets forming. I made another cut underneath it, it stung but it for some odd reason it felt oddly satisfying. Again I brought the sharp object to slice through my wrist, 3 more times I did this. I brought the knife back up to the top of my wrist, right underneath my hand and sliced it through thinking only one thing, 'Death Eater'

I felt my legs move backwards until I hit the wall my arms jerk up and down until my arm spasmed and hit the lamp, causing it to fall and break on the floor. The sound of it shattering was blocked out by the sound of my thumping heart. I let myself slide against the wall, hugging my knees up to my chest and rocking my self back and forth. I held one hand up to my mouth to and my other hand had a deadly grip on the knife. Tears slid down my cheeks, down my hands over and over again.

✩cue the music✩

I didn't know how long I sat there, rocking myself back and forth until I heard the door of Harry's room creak open.