"Marcy!" Tom screamed in a panic as he sprinted up the marble steps of the tower. He knew what she was doing, and the thought was too difficult to bear. "Please Marcy, I'm sorry I hurt you! Please don't do this!" he screamed running into the class room. He looked over at the open window. "No!" he ran over and stuck his head out. She was still alive, but preparing to jump. One foot was completely off the edge. He couldn't scream for her, that would frighten her. Tom reached out to grab her wrist but she was so far away. He could see the necklace twinkling in the moon light and he felt more remorse than he had ever felt. He strained his arm, and finally his finger tips gripped her wrist as her second foot left the ledge. With one swift movement he pulled her into the classroom through the window.

"Tom?" she whispered. "You're not real. You're just a figment of my imagination. An illusion."

"No Marcy, it really is me." He struggled trying to keep her calm, as she writhed from his grip.

"Don't waste your time on me, you're only a voice inside my head" She mumbled "Let me die. Tom Riddle doesn't love me. The real Tom thinks I'm useless."

"Marcy I love you. come back to me, please."

"You're not real!"

Tom didn't respond, he held her tightly so she was practically gone in his arms. He stroked her hair and whispered in her ear "I love you" over and over again. She stayed silent and swayed side to side. "Why would you do that? Why would you jump?" he said.

"Because I'm worthless, and you don't love me anymore."

"No Marcy, I do. I am sorry I did this to you. Don't ever try to kill yourself, ever! I thought I lost you." He repeatedly kissed her face and held her in a bear hug. This was all she wanted from him.

"How did you know I would go here?" she said.

"Well, It's the highest tower, and Avery gave me a hint. This is also where we first said I love you."

"Thank you for getting me Tom."

"You are the love of my life. If you died I would be lost."

"You care?"

"Yes, don't do this to me, don't scare me like this ever again." She nodded and began to walk out of the classroom with him. He walked her to her bed and laid her down, on the white sheets. He stood, beginning to leave the room.

"Don't leave." She said groggily, grabbing his hand. "Just, stay here for a while."

"Okay, I will not leave your side. Not until you ask me to." Her eyes slowly shut as he sat next her, waiting for her to sleep.

'See what you have done Tom? You ruin everything you come across.'
'Silence. I didn't think she would kill herself. I just wanted her to be desperate.'
'she was a little more than desperate Tom.'
'You're just my conscious. I don't take you into consideration'
'The next time you insult the girl, remember the lengths she'll go to, for your affection.'

Marcy pulled him onto the bed roughly, but Tom refused to move from the chair next to her four poster.

"Tom come here."

"No, Marcy go to sleep."

"This is what you wanted from me. I'll do anything for you." her eyes were still closed, and her voice was in a low whisper.

"Shh, my sweet Marcy this isn't what you want. You aren't in your right mind."

"Yes I am." She insisted, pulling on his collar "I don't want to lose you again. I can't risk it. I'll prove I am useful. I'll prove myself to you."

Tom lightly pushed her back down onto her bed, and kissed her forehead, reassuringly. "You don't have to prove yourself to me."

"Yes, yes I do. The voices are telling me I have to. The voices are screaming at me! Tom please make them go away! Make the voices stop!" she sobbed burying her face into his chest. She pulled at her hair and flung herself to the floor. Screaming at the top of her lungs, Tom stood and pulled her off of the floor.

'What do I do?' he panicked looking at her scratched face.
'Kill her! She is a distraction! Put her out of her misery! Kill her!' a cold voice hissed.
'I can't kill her! I love her.'
'Kill Tom. Kill, kill, kill.'
'Tom, you of all people know she doesn't deserve death. Help her.' the softest voice, a female voice, whispered in the back of his head. A voice he hadn't heard since he was young and in the orphanage. In his distraction, Marcy managed to run to the closest cabinet and was rummaging through it, a white haze flooding over her eyes. She was under a curse. She pulled out a large metal rod, which looked to be a nail file. She raised it high above her head, and looked at Tom, with little emotion in her eyes.

"Nothing can hold you back now." The piece of metal plunged into her stomach, as blood flowed onto her shirt. She fell to the floor, and closed her eyes. For a moment Tom stared at her in disbelief.

'Do you think she's bleeding on the floor for attention?' the female voice chimed in his ear 'She didn't choose this role Tom! Go save her!'

Tom fell to the floor, holding a hand over the wound, trying desperately to keep the blood from flowing out of her.

"Marcy, stay with me. Please, just keep breathing."

"You can blame it on me. Set your guilt free. Not your fault, my love." She stroked his face, as her breath began to lessen. From behind Tom, he her a gasp and someone rush to his side, but he didn't take his eyes off of her face.

"What have you done to her? I warned her. I told her you were dangerous, but she wouldn't listen. What did you do to her!" It was Violet. She pushed Tom aside and pulled she nail file out, throwing a sweater over the small hole.

"Get away you filthy Mudblood. You have no idea what you're doing." He hissed, pushing Violet away from Marcys limp body.

"Honestly Tom this isn't the time to be judge mental. Get away from her! You're the one who did this to her, I can help her." Tom moved away and allowed Violet to examine Marcy.

"What do we do to her? how can I help her."

"See that trunk? Do into it, and look for a small bottle, it should be a dark purple. Get it out!" She screamed pointing at her trunk, at the end of her bed. Tom pulled out everything until he was holding the small bottle, with the thick purple liquid. She slowly poured it into the wound and Marcy stopped seizing. The wound slowly began to close.

"H-how did you do that?"

"My favorite class is potions. Professor Slughorn has been helping create potions for healing, I want to become a nurse when I graduate."

"I don't care about your plans for the future." Tom said harshly. "Just help her."

Tom's a douche.
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