ITALICS IS FLASHBACK

I sat on the corner of the bed, looking at Tom's sleeping figure. He moved around before waking up. I looked away from him, moving my gaze to the wall ahead of me. I could feel, and see him crawling over to me. "Who did this to you?" He asks, his finger brushing over to the large wounds that scattered my face.

I sat on Tom's bed, waiting for him to come back to his dorm. All of a sudden the door flung open and slam shut. Tom was panting as he threw things to the ground, shattering and breaking them. "Tom, what happened?" I ask, walking over to him. He pushed me into the wall, my head hitting the stone harshly. He walked past me, ripping his robes off and jumping into bed. I push myself against the wall, holding my head in my hands as I slowly approach the bed. Tom was already fast asleep. I sigh, sitting down on the far end of the bed, giving him space.

"I said, who did this to you?" He repeats, raising his voice. "You." I mutter softly, blinking away tears. "What? When?" He asks, pulling his hand away from my face. "Do you not remember? Last night?" I ask. "No. What- What happened?" He questioned. "I don't know. You wouldn't tell me." I reply. "I broke the promise. I hurt you and I broke the promise." He croaks. "I'm all right, Tom. I'm okay." I assure. "Leave. Go to the hospital wing. Leave!" He shouts. "Not without you." I reply. "Leave. I hurt you, y/n. Get out!" He repeats. I shake my head, no. He grabs my wrist, dragging me to the door. "Tom." I plead. "I'm sorry." He sighs before locking me out of the room.