It all just came too fast. Like nothing else would ever happen...
Glitch wasn't speaking to me. She was avoiding me for some reason unbeknownst to me. It was weird. I freaked out every time I heard something that reminded me of her. I woke up every night in a cold sweat, and a panic about Glitch being hurt in some sort of...Thing that happened overnight or I wasn't there to help her out of it.... I knew very well I was going into a thorough shock. It was more pain than...Than...Anything. Every abuse I'd been through, every beating, every cut...Worthless to what was happening right now. St. Mungo's, here I come!
"Ah!"
Marcus shot up in bed, not sure what was happening. He breathed out hastily. He threw the covers over to the other side of the bed, and sprinted to the bathroom.
Marcus locked the door carefully, being cautious not to look into the mirror yet. When he was positive no one had heard him, he pulled out a drawer by the sink. He grabbed a small washcloth and unraveled it from it's foundation. Eight tiny silver razor blades were tucked messily inside of the fabric.
Marcus didn't think twice about what he was doing as he whipped out a rusted old razor and dragged it across his arm. It went down deeper than he thought. And it still couldn't blunt the pain.
In this farewell, So let mercy come What I've done! I'll face myself
There's no blood
There's no Alibi
'cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
And wash away...
To cross out
What I've become.
Erase myself
And let go of
What I've Done...
Glitch sat alone in the girls' bathroom. Well, not entirely alone. There was Moaning Myrtle, who slightly understood what she was going through right now.
"He doesn't care..." Glitch mumbled to herself before wiping the tears away. She stood carefully, grabbing onto the sink as support. She stared at herself in the mirror. They were low enough so that she could see everything waist up.
"I'm just a big failure..." Glitch screamed as she shattered the glass in front of her. She grasped a pill bottle that was latched into her pyjama pants. She unscrewed the cap, and put the bottle to her lips.
"I am positive I heard it from the Girls' bathroom, Filch..." Glitch froze.
"Snape!" She hissed. Glitch dashed into the nearest stall. And just in time, too. Snape and Filtch pushed open the door slightly. Filch peered in.
" 'ello? Anyone in 'ere?" He said. Glitch shuddered as Myrtle grabbed onto her arm, disappearing into the wall. Glitch stayed as still as a pebble in a hurricane. She was shaking violently at the thought of detention, or being expelled... Never seeing Marcus again... No. He didn't matter anymore. He didn't care anyways.
She stood straight as each stall was kicked open harshly, slamming against the wall that separated each and the sound reverberating off of every wall.
"Filch, I believe you would want this for Dumbledore, mm?" Filtch turned his head towards Snape. Snape rattled the pill bottle in his hands.
"Nah, it's practic'lly useless now. Chuck i' ou'!"
"Alright, but this could be useful..."
"For wha'?" Snape didn't answer. The bottle was thrown into the waste bin as the last stall was kicked open.
"Alrigh'. The'e's no one 'ere. Le's go," Filch excused himself, with Snape following, striding eloquently out from the room.
Moaning Myrtle released Glitch's arm, watching excitedly as Glitch dug through the waste bin to retrieve her pill bottle. As soon as she found it, Myrtle squealed with delight as she overdosed purposely: 23 red and white pills down the throat, never to be seen again.
Everything you say to me,
Takes me one step closer to the edge.
And I'm about to break.
I need a little room to breath,
'cause I'm one step closer to the edge,
And I'm about to break.
I find the answers aren't so clear.
Wish I could find a way to disappear.
All these thoughts,
they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again...
Just like before...
