Monster From Hell | Tom Riddle

seventeen 🗝

I WILL PUT THE '🗝' EMOJI NEXT TO EVRY CHAPTER THAT IS A TOM POV

ANYWAYS ENJOY

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I watched Victoria rush to her dorm and slam the door behind her. I stood in the exact same spot, not making a noise, not making a movement

Ryder hit Victoria?

I knew he wasn't a good person. Although I wasn't either. According to Victoria I am a monster. I can't say she's completely wrong.

With my fist clenched in my pockets, I made my way back to the common room. I sat down in the same place as I did before and looked at the spot where Victoria was sitting. I sighed and looked into the crackling fire.

I wanted to hate Victoria so much. I hate everybody in this world. No one ever in this world could change it.

She hates me. Even if I did try to talk to her she would still hate me. Nothing could change.

I feel so confused. Feelings like these were so unlikely. I've never felt this way.

I covered my hands with my face, then look back up to see Ryder walking up to the girls dormitories with a stack of books in his hand.

"What are you looking at Riddle," Ryder sneered.

I kept silent.

"Answer me Riddle," Ryder scoffed, "Don't be rude-"

"Go away Ryder," I snapped, a few people in the common room looked up at me, then back at their books.

"Whatever Riddle, if you don't mind I'm returning these books to Victoria," Ryder walks up the stairs.

Gosh, Victoria didn't deserve Ryder. She deserves someone so much better.

I heard Ryder mumbling upstairs to what seemed like Victoria since I could hear her light voice yell at him.

When Ryder came down the stairs, I rushed over to me with my fist clenched. Ryder looks in my direction, "Look who's angry. What wrong Riddle? Are you jealous that I have Victoria and you don't?"

"No," I yelled, I felt my cheeks turn a soft pink color. Of course I wasn't jealous, I just think Victoria deserves someone better.

"Yeah," Ryder smirked, "I bet your jealous. You never cared for anyone Riddle. Besides Victoria doesn't deserve you."

I threw him against a wall and punched him in the face. He holds his face in pain and mutters a quiet 'ouch' under his breath.

"I know what you did Skyes," I said in between clenched teeth.

"What did I do Riddle," Ryder furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to be confused, "Are you out of your mind Tom? What did I do?"

"You hit Victoria," I mumbled.

"How do you know?" He asked.

"She told me," I said cooly.

"Why would she tell you? She doesn't trust you," Ryder punched me back.

"Great question," I raised my eyebrows, "We were both in the common room and we were fighting, so she went off at me saying that you hit her and left for her dorm."

"That's a shit story," Ryder shook his head in disapproval.

"It's true though," I nodded my head slowly.

"No it isn't," Ryder protested.

"Yes it is, how about you go ask her. She'll tell you what happened." I argued.

"Whatever," Ryder rolled his eyes and started walking towards the boys dormitories, "I don't believe you Riddle, I never will believe a single thing that comes from your mouth."

"Do you really think I want to talk to you anyways," I muttered loud enough so he can hear me.

"Good, then don't talk to me and start random problems with people," Ryder snapped before storming off into the boys dormitories.

After a few minutes of sitting down near the fire and returning to my thoughts I headed up to my dorm and sat down at my desk to do homework.

I couldn't focus. No matter what I wrote down on the paper, it wouldn't make sense.

I couldn't get Victoria off my mind.

She was like a thought, stabbing me in my brain endlessly. Every time I tried to push her away it seems like I think about her more and more.

After a few minutes of sitting there, staring at the paper I started doing my homework, but the thought of Victoria still lurked around in my head.

It obviously couldn't be love, if it wasn't for my parents I probably would be able to love.

My fucking muggle father was under the stupid love potion given by my mom. Then he fucking left her.

I know my father is a muggle since I was doing research a year ago. I was trying to find him, I did everything and anything I could to figure out if my father came to Hogwarts.

Nothing. He's a muggle.

His name was fucking Tom fucking Riddle. This is why I hate my name, I have the same name as my muggle father. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have the name Tom Riddle.

But I was fortunate enough to get this fucking name.

I've never seen my mom. My mom put me up for adoption when I was just born and then died.

I closed my book and let out a sigh. I had just finished homework and now I could go to bed.

I looked at the clock to see that it was around midnight. I changed into my pajamas which was grey sweatpants and no shirt. I walked over to my bed, the sheets were still unmade from this morning.

I crawled in bed and pulled the covers over my bare chest. I leaned over to turn off the lamp that lit up the room and laid there until I drifted to sleep

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The dream wasn't that good but I think the rest of the chapter went well :)

Anyways Merry Christmas:)