Not good enough

The Mirror

10/10/20

Author's POV

For a few moments, the panic attack had distracted him. is thoughts had disappeared...well not disappeared but stopped. Now, he could see his face, and the voice came roaring in. An endless line of insults they got in his head and he was once more vulnerable. 

UGLY

FATASS

PIECE OF SHIT

WORTHLESS

USELESS

UNWANTED

MISTAKE

FAKE

USER

MESS

LOSER

They were too much for him to handle. His insecurities were all being pointed out and attacked. He couldn't make it stop, it was torture. He couldn't control it. 

Moaning Mrytle wathed his mental breakdown unfold. he didn't know what was wrong this time. He seemed so lost in his own world of horrifying thoughts that it didn't sem possible to save him. Miserably, she floated back to her toilet. 

Looking back, Ron watched her float into her cubicle. Desperately, he ran out of the toilets and towards to the boys toilets. Slamming the cubicle door shut, he took a razor blade out of his trouser pockets. Pulling up his sleeves, he positioned the blade above his arm, slightly hesitant to do what he intended. Suddenly, his urge to be able to control something in his life took over and he quickly dragged the blade across his skin. he didn't want to cry but he wanted to make himself suffer for being a mistake. He wanted to use cutting as a way to cover up for all his mistakes. Aware that he couldn't do too many, or else he would get caught, Ron dragged the blade harshly across his skin 10 times. The blood formed into bubbles before strolling down his arm and dripping on the floor. 

Ron's POV

It hurt like hell but I deserve it. I cuse everyone else so much pain and misery so why should I feel bad for myself. I don't deserve this world or the people I love. I'm unwanted and useless. If I died everyone would be more peaceful. Hermione wouldn't have to constantly bicker with me and Harry wouldn't have me following him everywhere.

Shit, there's so much blood. Why didn't I think about that? 

Author's POV

Taking out is wand, Ron summoned some bandages, cotton, vaseline, water and foundation from his trunk. Holding his arm above the toilet, he poured water and hissed as it cleansed the blood and touched his flesh. The pain was unbearable but he had to deal with it. Using the cotton, he dabbed his cuts and let the droplets of blood, soak into the cotton pads. Pressing the pads above each cut to make sure there was no blood left, he threw the waste on the floor. Opening the lid of his vaseline, Ron applied it to his cuts. He didn't need foundation yet, just bandages. Putting the foundation in his pocket, he began to wrap the bandages around his arm and wrist. 

Once finished, he picket up the waste, put it in the trash and left with everythng else in his pocket.

"SHIT PADMA'S WAITING!" he shouted as he rushed to the boys dorm. Throwing the bandages, cotton, vaseline and foundation n his trunk, he ran as fast he could, towards the great hall.

As he ran through the doors, he felt a cold stares and a shiver run through his body.

"What..the...bloody..hell?" he whipered to himself.

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That is the end of Part 3. I hope you enjoyed. I know it's short, sorry. I'll try to make it longer next time.

Word Count: 535