Silence. The room was filled with an unending silence. All that could be heard was a faint ringing in Albus' right ear. He glanced over at the bed beside his, the pillow curving underneath the small, pale head of the boy occupying the bed. Albus still couldn't sleep. The endless dreams which reminded him of her, the memory of the boy being rejected but still being in love with Rose, it all killed him. He desperately urged for the universe to be on his side, just this once. He couldn't force feelings, but he just wished for something to change. He wished to feel loved, to not be rejected. Ever since the harsh words of his father and the events of the previous year, he could hear nothing but the harsh voices in his mind screaming that no one loved him. He was done. He was broken.
Silently, he made his way to the dormitory's washroom. The door shut behind him, and he locked it as quietly as he could manage. He heard nothing but the sound of the other boy's snores. As his mind filled with awful thoughts, a single tear trailed down his pale cheek. Shortly, the tear was followed by others, ending with Albus being taken by sobs which wracked his small frame. He could hear muffled sounds behind the door and, scared that his roommate would wake up, he casted a silencing charm on the door. He would not be heard now.
The noises outside ceased. Scorpius had fallen asleep. Albus drew in a sharp breath as his sobs continued. He was tired of everything. He was tired of feeling so unloved, so tortured. He hated that word. Tortured. He hated the memories it brought back, the sounds of Scorpius screaming out in pain. He hated Delphi and all the harm she had done. He hated living.
An object shined overhead, as if it was calling to him. He answered it. Drawings appeared on his arm, straight lines drawn in the deep red colour of oxygenised blood. He continued drawing for hours, taking it as slowly as he could. Once he finished, he quickly nodded off, not bothering to wash up.
The morning light woke Scorpius. After a bout of confusion as to how Albus had woken up before him, he realised that he desperately needed the loo. Upon noticing that the door was locked, he gently questioned if anyone was in the washroom. No answer came. Scorpius unlocked the door with a quick flick of his wand, gasping the second he caught sight of his best mate on the floor.
"ALBUS?!"