She was now standing in Moaning Myrtle's toilet. She had gotten Myrtle to leave by ranting about all that was wrong with her life. Myrtle couldn't stand to listen to anyone's problems but her own. Now she stood there, staring in the mirror over the sink that led to the Chamber of Secrets.
"I've cried fifty-thousand tears for you," she told her reflection, the one in whom she could still see Tom. "All the screaming, all the lies, all the bleeding…" she rolled up her sleeve so she could see her arm where she had traced now countless lines of blood, "and none of it reaches you! None of it matters because you still can't hear me!"
She leaned on the sink. "Well, I don't want your help this time! I'll save myself! Maybe," she walked away from the sink and continued talking as she paced the toilet, "I'll wake up for once. Maybe, just maybe, I'll end the torment and be free of you! Maybe I won't let you win day after day!"
She sank behind her knees against a wall. Whispering, now, she continued. "Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom, I'm here, dying again."
She was going under, she could feel it. She knew she was drowning. She felt like she was falling forever, there was no floor for her to hit, no sudden stop to end it all. She had to break through this. She had to surface.
But where was the truth? Where were the lies? Could she even tell the truth anymore? Hell, could she even tell was real and what was not?
She got up and started pacing again. The thoughts in her head were always so confused. She couldn't even trust herself anymore. She was dying, and she knew it.
She heard the door open and spun to face the intruder. It was Malfoy. He had been walking through the corridor when he had heard her screaming. Her words he disturbed him. He had thought about what she had said the other night and realized she was right. How could he know how hard she was fighting until he knew how strong her enemy was? After hearing her words now, he knew he had greatly underestimated the impact the diary had had on her. He was afraid for her. This wasn't something she could beat alone and that had been what he was expecting, demanding from her, what everyone had been requiring.
When she had stopped yelling, he had stood in front of the door, debating whether or not to go in. He was worried about her, but didn't know how she would receive him. Eventually, the concern won.
As soon as it registered to her who she was seeing, she screamed at him. "Go ahead! Yell at me! Scream at me! I'm so far away from reality you'd have to yell to get through to me, right?! I WON'T BE BROKEN AGAIN!" She sank to her knees where she stood. She spoke so lowly that he could barely hear her, "I've got to breathe. I can't keep going under like this."