Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 7:14:41 GMT -7
Today was the second time.
She had gone with the rest of the school for the October Hogsmede trip, but she didn't stay with the others. With the help of her brother and some other fancy tricks, she found Desirae Rousseau, Bay's sister who had almost killed her. Andy had made her pay for that, but she had some nasty stuff come back to her in the process. When she had attacked Nik last month, he almost seemed pleased that she was hurting him. She knew he wanted this side of her to come out and... well, she was letting it. Not for him, not because she was 'giving in', but because she was tired of being the victim. At least that's what she told herself.
She came back to the school a little later than everyone else from Hogsmede, but not enough to draw too much attention. She kept to herself, which was pretty normal for her, and so no one really bothered her. Her friends were already back at the school by now. She had brought a jacket with her, which was good because she could pull the sleeves all the way down over her hands, so no one could see. She also had the hood up, but if you looked close enough you could see a budding black eye and blood on her forehead.
It was late, almost ten pm, and she hoped the hospital wing was empty. She peered in and saw maybe one bed filled, but the person seemed to be asleep. The nurses must have been in their offices because she couldn't see them. Good.
She slipped in, letting the door hang open just a tad behind her and crossed to the sink near the back. She pulled her hood down and rolled her sleeves up, breathing in sharply as she assessed the damage. Her hands and arms were embedded with hundreds of tiny shards of glass. Lucky, the glass was holding most of the blood in, but the inside of her jacket would be stained. She didn't know what her head and face looked like, but it didn't feel good. She carefully took her bag off her shoulder and set it on the ground. Then, she slowly took off the jacket and dropped it as well. She started to get to work on her wounds, carefully, as Hannah had taught her, but some of it was too advanced. Some of the glass had gotten to bone and she started to get frustrated. How could she possibly ask anyone for help!? She would have to explain... what, that she got in a fight? She was so calm and collected only moments ago, still in her stupor, but now it all started coming back. She started to shake until her legs finally gave out and she landed on the floor beside her bag. She reached for it, putting her hand inside, searching for her wand. She squeaked as her finger pricked on something, like a tiny needle. She wrapped her hand around it and pulled it out... and that's when the waterworks really started.
It was a rose with a note attached to it:
'Sun, moon, and stars, my love
these things shine from up above.
But from the ground beneath, below
this Rose, between our feet, did grow
Everlasting, is in her name
like my love for you... it's all the same.'
She choked, crumpling the note in her hand. That hand shook violently, while the one holding the rose just fell limpy to the ground beside her. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back.
After a moment she heard someone coming toward her. She didn't move. She didn't care who it was. She didn't care that they'd find her there, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall, with bloody hands and arms and face, holding a rose and a crumpled up piece of paper.
@philiplongbottom (so you can see :>)