Leah Riddle: Riddle me This (Book 2)

Chapter 60

Self-harm TW

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 I locked myself in my bathroom again, feeling even sadder than I did before. What do muggles do when they're all sad and depressed? I know they drink...some of them do drugs...there's always the whole cutting myself idea.  I sighed in frustration and drug the pin across my skin again, but it didn't have the effect I wanted. Sure it drew blood, but I can take a slight stinging sensation. I put my arm behind my back and snuck through the halls until I found Bella's room. I know she has a dagger hidden somewhere. I opened the door and slunk in, making sure she was sleeping heavily before I rummaged through her things. I looked through her closet and trunk before moving over to the bed. I saw something shiny glint from under her pillow. I gently reached my hand under and brought out the dagger with a smile. I bolted out of the room and quietly shut the door, making my way back into the bathroom.

 "Better," I said quietly, slipping onto the floor. I am so messed up right now it isn't even funny. I hissed in pain as I made the slow and long incision, but once it was done the sea of red comforted me. I have no clue what's going through my head right now. I have no boundaries as to what's extreme and what's normal. I heard knocking on the bedroom door and I slammed the bathroom door really quickly and locked it.

 "What?" I called, washing the blood off.

 "We need to talk," I heard father say.

 "Hold on," I said, and then found gauze to wrap up my arm. I pulled my sleeve down and hid the dagger. I slipped out of the bathroom and opened my door, letting father inside.

 "Leah," father said firmly.

 "I know this is a very tough time for you, but you need to snap out of it," he said sternly.

 "You need to eat and carry out with normal life functions," he said.

 "But I'm not even hungry. Besides, I am carrying out normal life functions," I disagreed.

 "You aren't hungry because you're depressed, and you are not yourself. Leah, I understand that he was the first person you ever cared about, but I don't think you loved him. You've never cared about anyone before, but when you did, you mistook it for love. You need to realize that," he said.

 "Father, what would you know about love?" I scowled.

 "Plenty; you need to see that he was only a phase," he said.

 "Who have you ever loved?" I snorted.

 "I love you," he pointed out.

 "There is such a difference between family love and relationship love," I rolled my eyes. Father sighed and closed his eyes for a second.

 "I understand that I'm not good with this kind of thing, but I need to address this. You need to move on.  Eventually, you'll find another boy," he said.

 "I don't want another boy," I moaned, falling face-first onto my bed.

 "Leah, sit up, please. I need you back so that we can break into the Ministry and rule the world. I'm not saying that you need to just get over this within two seconds, but I am saying you need to pull it together and put on a happy face," he said.

 "You don't understand; I've lost everything!" I cried into my pillow.

 "You haven't lost everything," he disagreed firmly.

 "Yes I have," I said shortly.

 "No," father said.

 "I hate this," I complained.