Slytherin Tears

8. Last Night

Draco Malfoy

I stood in front of Rowan, cleaning the cut Pansy had left on her poor face.

She sat on her bed while I pulled a chair in front of her; making us be at the same height level.

She didn't seem to want to talk, her lips parted, blue eyes water, while she looked away into inner space. She had the face you feel hopeless even while you're looking at it, especially when she cries. 

I clean her cut with a wet towel, cleaning away the small amount of blood that left her face. 

With Lena pasting around the room, talking about killing Pansy; I didn't bother listening when I was this close to her.

I could even see small little freckles from how close I am; I never knew she had freckles. She had makeup on, not that she needed any.

When the cold towel touched her face, her eyes looked at me. 

I felt my throat tighten nervously, not knowing what to do or say.

I give her a small smile, and she does the same, I kept cleaning her cut as she looked at Lena.

"Pansy is a psycho." 

Rowan softly giggles at Lena's comment, making us all stop and look at her; her laugh always cured everything.

The room felt brighter when she did, "Rowan- are- are you alright?" Blaise walks closer behind me.

"Just fine." she softly smiles.

I always noticed she replies with the same things, making me wonder if she really is just fine.

"Are you sure?" Lena asks. She looks at her, making me look at her small little button nose.

"It's just a cut, really,"

She looks away from Lena to me and Blaise, "She just got me really mad this time."

We all slowly nod.

 "I think you should better get some rest," Lena adds, rubbing her arm.

"Rest sounds really good right now."

Lena points at me and Blaise, "You two, out."

We frown at her.

"You heard, princess," she points to the door, "She needs her beauty sleep."

We scoff but it's understandable; even if I didn't want to leave. I stood up while Blaise was already outside the door, "Goodnight lady's," Blaise waves. 

I get up, holding Rowan's cheeks, I kiss her forehead, "Goodnight Row," I rub my thumbs up and down on her soft cheeks.

I slowly let go and walk past Lena, "Goodnight Lena,"

"Goodnight Malfoy." I hear Rowan lowly say behind me.

I turn my head back before leaving, I look over and see Rowan looking down at her necklace, and Lena smiles as she nods at me. 

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Rowan Bailey

Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the windows and blind me.

I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles into my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I watch my legs dangle above the wooden floor.

I walk past Lena to the bathroom, seeing as she's still asleep, I splash cold water on my face just to feel something refreshing and instantly wish I could wash my brain too. Hangovers are never fun, even if I didn't drink as much.

The mirror shows my eyes, no longer the glamour girl of last night. 

I rub my cheek, seeing as a thin red-ish scab formed underneath my eye.

I felt ugly, just like always.

Mom was never ugly, I look nothing like her.

I see a tear stream down my eye, touching the scab.

Crying is how I understand myself best. 

When I cry, I know who I really am. I cry when others hurt as well as myself. I cry at the brutal world news and stupid soft movies.

It's my strength and my weakness. Strong because it brings understanding and weak because who wants the listener to weep when they are looking for a strong shoulder? 

I wish I could turn my tears off, I do. Or perhaps, just save it until I'm all alone, but I'm not wired like that. 

My emotions swirl like ocean currents, deep and strong. 

Sometimes I'm scared to dive in, in case I don't make it out again, but I can't be anyone else, I don't suppose any of us can.

Slytherin's don't cry. I tell myself. You know better than this.

I slowly walk backward, seeing myself in pain through the mirror.

I could hear my father in my head.

You're a disgrace to this world.

Bullshit

Part of me will belong to you, but not all of me. 

Never think you have me.

Just as disgusting as your mother.

 I stop at the feeling of the wall, slowly my body slides down, pulling my knees close.

I hold my hand over my mouth, trying not to make a sound.

I sob and scream in my hand, knowing no one will hear me.

No one will know.

No one will hear.

No one will care.

I wanted nothing but to stop time.

I let out a breath, then another one, and one more. 

I pull myself up, washing my face once again. 

I'm not my father. I tell myself. I make my own choices. 

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A bit sad, I'm sorry.

Hope ur enjoying tho.