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Chapter Ten
A little while after Violet had left, Rose finally got off of the wall. She walked to her Dormitory and locked the door. Not that it would do much with all those witches and wizards around, but still. The knowledge that the door was locked gave her some kind of dim comfort.
Rose sat down beside her bed and reached under it. She pulled out a bag made of hemp and opened it. She took out the bottle, full of Oxycontin, God's gift to the suicidal. Not that she was suicidal or anything, she just wanted the pain to stop. And she wanted it gone right that second. So she took all of them. Every last pill. She crushed some of them and snorted them, then swallowed the rest. There were only fifteen pills left to begin with, and she had been planning on getting more when she went home for Christmas.
When they were all gone, Rose curled up into a ball, crying. Why was she so upset, anyway? It was just Scorpius. Beautiful, beautiful Scorpius. Everything was a lie. The person she cared about more than herself had been a joke. Rose covered her face with her shaking hands and sobbed his name.
She thought about song Scorpius used to sing sometimes when he didn't think she was listening.
"When you're on a golden sea "
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone"
"On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun"
"Open the door, Charlotte! Use your wand!"
"And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain"
"I don't have my bloody wand, it's in there!"
"Well so is mine! Come on, lets go get someone. Did you hear about Malfoy, by the way? Albus got him pretty bad..."
"We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore
Hip hip"
All of the sudden it was really quiet.
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Why did he have to fuck everything up? Scorpius couldn't stop staring at the flower on the floor, just a few meters away. Why he didn't just get up and pick it up was beyond looked sad and lonely, like him. Violet had stepped on it on her way out, so now it was bruised. Just like him.
He wanted Rose to come back in and talk to him. They might actually have a chance at being... well anything, if only Violet had gotten distracted on her way to see him. He tried squeezing his eyes shut and wishing as hard and as best he could, but nothing happened. Not like he'd expected anything to.
He finally got out of the bed, and he almost tripped onto his face. He wasn't used to walking again, and it didn't help that something in that potion numbed his body. He got to the flower without getting a concussion, and then made it back to the bed. He got back under the sheets, careful not to bend the flower. Scorpius bought the flower up to his nose and smelled it. He closed his eyes, and it was like Rose was in the room with him. At least a little piece of her.
Unwillingly, he ended up falling asleep. When he woke up, it must have been in the wee hours of the morning. When he opened his eyes, he was dissapointed that she wasn't there. Not that he really expected her to be, but still. He couldn't help hoping. Who he did see was Poppy looking distressed and levitating a stretcher.
"What's that for?" he asked her.
"Nothing, Mr. Malfoy. Go to sleep."
"I just woke up, I'm not going to sleep again."
Poppy ignored him and rushed out to help someone. He groaned and picked the flower up from where it had fallen on his bed. He twirled it around between his fingers and wondered if Rose would ever forgive him. The door opened and one of Poppy's assistants came in. "What happened?" he asked the assistant.
"Some sixth year's overdosed on some kind of muggle drug. Real bad condition that one's in. Practically dead."
The assistant ran back out and Scorpius gaped at the door. What? Who would be dumb enough to overdose? What did that even mean? What was really worth making yourself overdose over?
He waited for the rush of professors and Mediwizards and witches to come in. When they did come, he was almost asleep. He strained to look and see who was on the stretcher. Fuck. He knew that curly red hair. "No,no,no,no." he said, watching them put her in the bed next to his.
All of the sudden he felt sick to his stomach. He held the flower out of the way and threw up all over the floor.
Her head was turned his way, and she started to cry. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and someone noticed. "There's no pulse!"
"Make her throw up! Make her throw up the pills!"
Scorpius gaped at the lifeless body of his best friend and felt himself crying. "Rose!" he screamed."Rosie!"
He rolled out of his bed and pushed between a couple people. He held her head in his hands and cried. "No, no, no! Rosie, please wake up. Wake up Rose!" he took the flower he'd been holding and folded it into her hand. A few assistants pulled him off of her and back onto his bed.
They gave her some potion and all of the sudden her body started convulsing. Someone held her over a big tub and she threw up. They gave her more and she threw up some more. Scorpius didn't think her little body would be able to handle it. Someone shocked her with their wand, trying to give her a pulse.
He was still crying. And he didn't stop.
AN: Really hard to write. Hope you're not too mad at me. haha.