unhinged ↠ 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

ten

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𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑩𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 - 𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬

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I mean, he was toxic...but in a good way, I guess

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Kitioma Hadlee

Closet? No. Staircase? No. Dungeons? No.

The various places of the castle race through my head. Where can I hide from the chiding eyes, where can I escape my past, where can I avoid the people who have lately been making my life hell?

Astronomy tower? That might work, no one really goes up there.

I race through the castle, knocking into various people, each of them yelling protests as I race on. My Gryffindor tie suddenly feels too tight, constricting my throat. I reach up and loosen it when I run, trying desperately not to trip on my robes. It reminds me of Tom's hands at the night at the library, which seems so many years ago now, only it has only been a few weeks.

Tom.

Who is he?

A psychopath? A murderer? A manipulator? A liar? A twisted, sick something of human?

A misunderstanding...?

I can smell him, like he is in front of me. Some would call it weird, but his smell can be comforting, at times, like when he kissed me...

Why did he kiss me?

I run up the stairs leading to the tower, my breaths labored.

Does he like me?

Of course not, I've only known him for only a few weeks...besides, he choked me!

Can someone like him even feel that sort of emotion? He doesn't seem like the one to feel love, or happiness, for that matter. It all seems fake with him, his smiles, his words. He is confusing. He murdered my ex-boyfriend, he's a murderer, he can read people's thoughts, like he did in the medical wing. He's dangerous.

My lips tingle with the memory of his lips pressed up against mine.

My hair sticks to my face and I slip off my robes, leaving me in black trousers and a white collared, tucked in shirt. I tie my hair back as best I can in a poofy, curly ponytail, panting, leaning my dark-colored acne-scarred forehead against the stone walls of the tower.

He did storm off right after. He called me shrewd names. He's a beautiful chaos, a rain-wrapped tornado, seeming innocent at first, but in reality, he is a castle of destruction.

He's taking over my thoughts like a virus.

Tears want to escape my eyes, but after days of crying, days of pain, days of waiting and wishing for nothing but safety, I refuse to let them pour down my already-stained cheeks. It seems like all I've been doing is crying these few days.