30/09/20
Author's POV
"What if we...try to get Ron to confess to Harry! It would be hilarious, I bet Harry wouldn't even be able to answer. He'll turn him down and continue being friends orrrr....HE'LL BE SO DISGUSTED THAT HE HATES RON!!" screamed the twins in delight, their wicked scheme about to begin.
( end of flashback )
Ron's POV
Ugh...these dress robes are so messy and old. Just great, the one time I thought I could look decent, mum buys me a dress robe that really brings out my ugliness. It feels as if everyone's eyes are on me, they're judging me, insulting me, laughing at me. I can't hear what they say or their laughs but I know that's what they're doing. A hall of hundreds of students and yet I am the most disheveled, ugliest, fattest person here. I'm not even surprised, out of the whole school, I'm the weirdest most annoying person.
Padma looks so disgusted and disappointed that she got stuck with me as her partner. To be honest, she only chose me because I was all that was left. The last choice, she had to pick or she wouldn't have had a partner. I feel bad for her honestly. Damn it, I can feel their stares, it's like daggers piercing through my soul. I wonder what they're saying. Probably something along the lines of:
Freak
Ugly
Fat
Stupid
Annoying
Bitch
Attention - Seeker
Fake.
I don't blame them, it's all true but it's so uncomfortable. It feels as though there are literal daggers in my heart, ruining the rhythm of my breathing. I feel light-headed and beads of sweat begin to form on my head. Oh shit.....I'm having an anxiety attack...right? I begin to tremble and my hands become numb...SHIT, THIS I A PANIC ATTACK! I gotta get outta here NOW!
"Sorry P-p-padma, I-I need to g-go to the b-bathr-room real quick!" I spit out before running out of the grand hall doors and rushing to moaning myrtle's bathroom. I can't breathe....how....no I can't breathe, what do I do? Tears form in my eye and droplets fall onto the floor. Moaning Myrtle comes into the cubicle and asks what's wrong. I try to form words together but I can't, just the struggle alone was worsening by breathing.
Author's POV
Suddenly, Moaning Myrtle caught onto what was happening. She had experienced panic attacks when she was still alive. All the bullying had brought her towards such incidents. Panic attacks were sudden and such a struggle to deal with. By the looks of it, this is the first time Ron's had a panic attack. She knew exactly what to do.
"Ron, look at me. I know I'm only a ghost but I'll do as much as I possibly can. Tell me 4 things that you can see."
"O-ok-kay. I s-see the door, the toilet, t-tissues, and y-you."
"Okay, now name me 3 things you can touch."
"The f-floor, my robes a-and the tissues."
"Now 2 things you can hear."
"Music and running water..."
"Now 1 thing you can smell?"
"Crap"
Ron's breathing had calmed, his heart beating steadily and his tears began to dry up. Moaning Myrtle let out a huff. It was difficult to remember what she had to say in order for him to calm down. Ron looked at her and thanked her for the help.
"It was the least I could do silly!" she said in her high voice.
Ron stood up and left the cubicle, walking over to the sink and mirrors. Wiping his tear stained cheeks he looked up at the mirror in front of him. A look of pain and fear spread across his face...
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FanfictionRonald Weasley has felt unwanted and alone, for as long as he can remember. He may have developed feelings for his best mate, but why would he like him back? This story switches between multiple POV's. There may be triggering subjects involved but I...
