tears streamed down your face, as the blood from your wrists trickled down your forearm. your gasping breaths felt crucial as it was like a stab to the heart several times. the fresh wounds burned, as your hands seemed to rise to cover your face in disgust.

you sat in your office, oblivious. you were having an episode, manic people told you. you were manic. nobody could possibly understand you,, in which nobody did. you were alone, with the things you’d struggle with. everyone said it was going to be okay, professor Dumbledore believed you could overcome it.

It was nothing to overcome it was something to suffer with.. for hours on end with no reassurance.

you felt a lump in your throat, as you inhaled.. trying to catch you breath,, a hand as you’d hit yourself, everything felt uncomfortable.. you were acting like a child, wonder why nobody liked you as a professor.

Most had skipped your class you were losing yourself, by the day. nobody even noticed.. or at-least you thought.