Mental
Each of these short stories will focus on a different mental illness. Each one will be centered around a character from Harry Potter. They are not in any way linear or related to each other.
All characters and stuff belong to J.K Rowling.
He is standing in a dirty old girls bathroom looking at his reflection.
His hair has fallen in front of his eyes in an undignified way. His cheeks are pink. When he turns his head slightly, a shiny path from his eyes to his chin sparkles and reveals itself. One on each cheek. He can imagine his father shaking his head over his apperance.
He pushes his hair out of his eyes and sniffs. The whites of his eyes are ever so slightly red and his irises are a deep blue. It all seems to be coated in a layer of glass. Last year, he might have noticed that the colour rather suited him.
This year, however, he is much more concerned by the blue streamers hanging lazily from his eyes. There they are, every singly day. Always there to remind him of last night's nightmares.
He scrunches up his face as he scrutinizes his appearance. A wet droplet makes its way down the shimmering path on his cheek. He knows he looks tired. He knows that other people are probably whispering about it. Fuck, he feels tired. He feels like he could just fall asleep for eternity. He wishes he could.
He knows he's not doing enough. Angry with himself and about to start crying again he turns towards the mirror and throws his fist in its general direction.
A small metal snake on the tap is surprized as the glittering shards fall into the sink.
He looks at his fist and calmly notes that it is covered in blood. Upon closer inspection, there are a few shards of glass embedded in his hand. He puts it under the tap and watches as the blood flows away.
He straightens his uniform and splashes his face. Putting on his much loved and hated mask of indifference, he strides out of the bathroom and heads for the hospital wing.
In the bathroom, a young translucent girl sails out of one of the cubicles with a worried expression on her face.
"See you tomorrow, Draco Malfoy," she whispers sadly before disappearing into a toilet with a wail.
Woo... update! Tell me what you thought and again, try to guess what the theme was.
The last one was OCD. Well done to the people who guessed correctly.
