You were a struggling student, unaware of distress between your eyes and everyone else’s. you weren’t the most liked.. people always thought you were disgusting.. most because they had seen your arms..

It was night, way past time to go to bed.. you were in a horrible state.. you’d gone way to deep. holding your arm in an instant as you’d panicked..

blood trickled down your arm, a horrific sight.. and feeling just to experience you’d never token it this far, it was nerving to see yourself like this.. you’d quickly run to the teachers room, no students were allowed but it’s were you could easily find professor Mcgonagall.. someone you trusted.. someone who wouldn’t of judged.

You hesitated.. as you’d felt your breath slow.. before you’d inhaled heavily.. trying to stop the bleeding but the pain was numb.. before you’d got a chance to knock..