Shattered
I run into the bathroom, tears pouring out like a waterfall, not caring that my makeup's smudged, or my eyes are red and puffy. I don't care.
It's not like I usually get dressed up and wear makeup. I did it for him. Fat lot of good that did me.
I mean honestly, how could I have not seen this coming?
It's not even like I was the first one.
I don't even know what number I am…maybe the fiftieth? Ha, more like the hundredth.
But somehow I managed to persuade myself that this time it would be different. I should've realized he was just using me when he just broke up with his girlfriend and then asked me out. I should've realized that he only kissed me when she was around, talked to me when she was around, even noticed me when she was around.
But I mean, it's not even like it was hard to persuade myself to say yes in the first place. I've loved him since the first time I saw him, waiting with his parents to go on the Hogwarts Express. I didn't even hear my father tell me to watch out for him: something Al told me about later.
I was in so much shock when he asked I don't even remember saying yes.
And then, I just saw him, kissing his girlfriend like there was no tomorrow, and so now I think I'm going to stay in this bathroom forever.
Or at least until I die.
How could I have possibly thought that he might like me? For someone who is supposedly the smartest in the year, I obviously have no clue when it comes to boys.
He used me like a pawn in a chess game. And I'm supposedly this great master of chess. My dad taught me how to play about the same time I learned to walk, and I've been playing ever since. He must've known I love him, because everyone knows that Scorpius Malfoy doesn't ask out girls until he's sure they'll say yes.
But, then again, it's not exactly like no girl has ever said no. You'd have to be crazy to say no.
But still, I'm so mad at him. I'm furious. I can't believe him, that little user.
I take off my high-heeled shoe and throw it as hard as I can at the mirror. It shatters and breaks into a million pieces, and I have to duck for cover and pray I don't get cut.
It's shattered, exactly like my heart.
According to muggles, now I have bad luck for seven years for breaking the mirror.
Oh, how I wish I could give it to him.
A/N-This is for Shira Lansys' Word Count Drabble Challenge. We get a specific number of words that we have to use and use that exact amount in our story. Author's notes don't count. So my word count was 451 and my prompt was shattered. I know that I haven't had any new one-shots in a while, so here's one for you. I hope you like it. I've had this idea of breaking a mirror for a while now, and when I got the prompt shattered it fit perfectly, so I just had to write this. Thanks to Shira Lansys for giving me a challenge where I finally get to write this!
