They Past Haunts (part 1)
Ambition: Chapter four
The Past Haunts (Part 1)
(Trigger warning. This chapter contains topics of self-harm, suicide, and depression, and reaches a new level of depth. Read at your own risk)
A few weeks after Christmas break, you're wondering to yourself, how you got here in life. The secrets you kept in the dark, still stay within your mind. Some days life just got the best of you, and gave you no space to breathe, no grounding. And sadly, this was one of those days.
Early in the day, you're sitting in the corner of your dorm, blade in hand. This was something you did only when you couldn’t stand life anymore, and believe me, you hated it with your whole life. Every thought that flooded your mind, eventually got too much for you to handle; the teasing, the bullying, and the overall flood of things and hell that would always come your way, as if you're the reason for trouble itself.
You looked down at your, now blooded, arms in shame for what you just did, and the locked door, as a reminder of how alone you were in the room. You never had anyone to get you through, though, to be fair, you didn’t think you deserved anyone’s time or effort anyway.
You were sitting on the floor, with your eyes closed, trying to get yourself together, contemplating just about everything. You didn’t bother cleaning your cuts or the blooded blade, well, who would at this point. As if things couldn’t get worse, you hear the door creak. You push it away, assuming it’s your thought, but that you hear a voice from in front of you.
“Y/n…...?”
You jump up, practically throwing yourself away from the person until you realize who it is…Harry.
“Hi, Harry.”
“What are you doing to yourself!?”
Harry is completely panicking, tears and all, just overall confused why you would do this to yourself.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t matter?! You’re hurting yourself, of course it matters!”
“Please don’t tell anyone!”
“Why not! You clearly need help!”
“Harry, I’m fine.”
“Fine?! Look at yourself! You’re not ‘fine’!”
“I have half the mind to tell Cedric”
“WHAT?! No, you can’t!”
“Yes, I can, and I will. He’s your best friend. He deserves to know.”
“I’ll stop, okay. Just don’t tell Cedric!”
“Fine. But if you do it again-”
A voice cuts in from your dorm room doorway.
“Do what again…?”