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T.W - S.H talk of suicide 3 weeks later
T.W - talk of self harm, talk of suicide
3 weeks later
7 days until the full moon
Remus
The feeling of my shoulder blades cutting into my ribs, just added to the feeling of the dulcet ache that seemed to consume me.
3 weeks. 3 fucking weeks. Y/n can't stand to be in the same room as me. Let alone my D.A.D.A partner, but she somehow tolerates it.
Fully cooperating with the work we have to do, like a royal servant. Matching purple under eye bags adorned both of our faces, but somehow made her more eternal.
Over the weeks she had slowly stopped coming to the meals at the great hall, and the effects were starting to show. Her cheek bones were becoming more prominent on her face, and her usually rosy color, long faded away.
The usual radiant y/c/e's faded away to leave a monotone grey. She seemed so fragile, like a Porcelain doll, if only I had treated her that way.
So fuckin' stupid Remus.
A note hit my forehead and landed in front of me.
Keep staring at her like that
she'll end up with two holes
In the side of her head.
S.B
Recognizing the messy handwriting, before even finishing the note, I immediately knew who it was.
The feeling of tears pricked the sides of the eyes, but I ran out of tears to cry long ago. Instead the feeling of a dulcet ache in the chest replaced the physical show of emotions.
6 days until the full moon
Y/n
My shitty diet consisted of Tea, cigarettes, and what ever my friends brought me back to the dorm. Of course I tell them that I'm not their responsibility, but they still bring me the occasional muffin or biscuit.
James brought me entire meals, of which I could barely consume the entire thing.
You have to do it you have to tell him.
No. No I couldn't. I can't risk losing someone else. He would hate me if I ever told him. Send me to the ministry, report me to Dumbledore, hell I'd get kicked out of Hogwarts.
I still maintain physical hygiene and grades. The two most important things. Can't smell and can't fail.
The ache in my chest was never there, maybe it had to do with the fact that I'm always high enough to fend it off.
First tip, the best way to get over someone, get all the emotions out, get numb, act like it never happened.
Easy, right? No. You can't just act like it never happened, he was all I had, all I'll ever have.
