Don't judge me. I've had a rough day. And, when something happens I always write about it. And, I sort of get characters and twist the story to fit them. So, I've been having thoughts today.. And this is what I came up with… Review if you please.
Her small hands rummaged through her bathroom drawers, until they found what they were searching for. A razor blade. This is just what she needed. She was so sick of it. After the war, after Harry and Ron died, she couldn't find her parents. She had nothing to live for. All this attention she got from the ministry and the daily prophet. The 'haters'.
Even her friends ganged up on her at times. It was becoming too much for her. She needed something that would release her from all this pain. Placing the glinting sliver blade to her left wrist. She bites down on her bottom lip hard, making it bleed. She then slashed horizontally, screaming in agony, her eyes slamming shut. Before she could stop herself, she does it again. And again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Until all she could see was bright crimson blood, seeping out of her pale skin. Slashes so deep, she swore she saw milky white bone. Her once pink lips were now in a flat tight line, letting out small and quiet whimpering noises. Her once heart shaped face was flat, lifeless, drained of color.
Her breathing was decreasing rapidly as was her heart rate. Slowly and slowly the razor blade dropped out of her hand, clattering to the marble floor. She went down with it, landing with a 'Thud'. She watched as her room close in on her, her vision impaired. She saw nothing but black. The light leaving her soft brown eyes. The last breath she released from her mouth were two single words.
"I'm sorry…."