I woke up to find that I was no longer on the couch in Snape's office but was now in a bed in the hospital wing.
"How did I get here?" I wondered out loud.
"Professor Snape brought you in dear," Madame Pomfrey said gently laying a cold cloth against my forehead.
"I want to leave now…" I said. "Can I?"
"Of course not!" she said sharply. You're injuries…I've never seen anything so horrible. Who did this to you?" I blinked. So Snape didn't tell her?
"Um…" I mumbled.
"Come dear you must tell me so that I can put a stop to it." But I refused to say anything. She questioned me for several more minutes but I would not say another word.
"Well fine then," she snapped walking into her office. "Get some rest." I leaned back onto the bed and closed my eyes. I opened them again and waved my wand summoning a silver dagger with a green crystal blade from thin air. I held the blade over my wrist. I took a deep breath and dragged the blade up my arm. I sucked in my breath but frankly it didn't hurt as badly as I thought it would. I sliced my arm deeper. When my left arm was bleeding profusely I sliced my right arm until it was bleeding profusely as well.
I will be dead by morning…I will be free… I closed my eyes as I felt myself becoming weaker and weaker as my blood drained from me. I slipped off into sleep knowing that when the night was gone I would be too.
I opened my eyes thinking that I was dead. I sat up and realized that the pain was gone. I looked down at my wrists, no gashes. I was really dead! I was…being watched. I turned my head and saw Mitch and Becky standing by the bed, staring at me.
"What the hell were you thinking!?" I flinched at the absolute fury in Becky's voice.
"I was….trying to kill myself. Which didn't work, obviously."
"No shit."
"I wanted to…"
"Get away from Draco? 'Cause you know the easier way is to just tell us and everyone else what's going on."
"No!" I shouted. "It has nothing to do with him!" Mitch grabbed my shoulders which hurt but I before I could yell at him to let go I looked up at him. I recoiled at the cold fury in his light blue eyes.
"I am sick of you lying for that bastard. I want you to tell us exactly what he has been doing to you!" I shook my head and looked away.
"God damn it Schyler!" he yelled shaking me. "What the hell is wrong with you!"
"Nothing is wrong with me!" I shouted. "Nothing! You have no idea what's been going on with Draco and I! None!"
"Then tell us," he snarled. I shook my head again. I couldn't. They weren't the ones who had to go back to the Slytherin common and face Draco. So I couldn't tell them. I wouldn't.