A/N- So this is the first one. It's really short, sorry if you don't like it. Just some warnings for all the chapters (when I eventually write them)- in this story there will be self-harm, death, sex & maybe other stuff. If you don't like it, DON'T READ. Thank you =)
Bellatrix sat hugging her knees, resting her head on the ice cold window. As the last of the girls left the dorm, she suddenly felt very alone.
The metal blade in her hand was no longer cold; it had warmed to her touch. She played with it between her fingers until she could take it no longer. She held it to her arm, gasping softly as she drew it across her skin. The sting was not painful. She could feel it, but it did not hurt.
She was tired of feeling numb.
She looked down at the silver blade as tears escaped her eyes and fell, uniting with the blood that had caused them.