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Gashes and scars engulfed his body. The only sound that was heard was the faint ticking of a clock. No amount of magic could fix what was done to his mental and physical stability. His breath was running short and his once deep and glimmering eyes were fading. His body wanted him to scream out. Even if he did no one would ever hear him in the room of Requirement. No scream came.
He wanted this, it would be over soon. Nothing to worry about now. I won't be in anyone's way now. They can get on without me. They certainly show it. He couldn't tell whether his blood or tears was flowing out of him faster.
Even before the knife pierced his skin, he was in pain. This pain never left him. It haunted him, in his dreams. That's why he made sure he was always busy before this. If he didn't have anything to do, the pain would creep up on him and attack him from the inside. Scars, inside and out, covered him. He cut because it made him, even if for a moment, forget the pain inside him, the pain which was much worse.
The will to eat, sleep, and live was gone. He was wasting away, slowly. It was like torture. Everyday he endured. All of his friends drifted away, even his most trusted and valuable. He was alone. Death was his only answer.
For the first time he spoke out. "I'm done with it, life, everything." The shallow pool of blood beside him was slowly growing thicker. He began slipping in and out of consciousness, until finally fading into black.
Flashback
Hermoine walked into the grand hall with her head, as usual, stuck in a book. He watched her, the way she moved, the way she turned the pages of her delicate book, and the way she noticed nothing when she was reading, all of these, intrigued him. He sat behind a quidditch book while pretending to read.
He felt guilty when he did this. 'It's like I'm obsessed with her!' he would think each time he stole a glance at her. And each time she never noticed, she was still engrossed in her book.
Harry noticed though. "You and I both know, that you would be lucky to have each other mate." Ron jumped back, startled and fell off his chair. Harry laughed and this brought Hermoine back into reality.
Ron mumbled, "I... just tripped over the chair."
"Honestly, you should really be more careful. You could have seriously injured yourself. I mean if you had only watched were you were......" Hermione continued, but neither Harry or Ron ended up listening to the rest of it.
"Hermione, just drop it ok?" Ron piped. Hermione stalked off, and gave an insulted sigh as she did.
'Great Ron, just great, screw up another chance with Hermione. She'll never know how I feel.' So right he was.
End Flashback
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Gashes and scars engulfed his body. The only sound that was heard was the faint ticking of a clock. No amount of magic could fix what was done to his mental and physical stability. His breath was running short and his once deep and glimmering eyes were fading. His body wanted him to scream out. Even if he did no one would ever hear him in the room of Requirement. No scream came.
He wanted this, it would be over soon. Nothing to worry about now. I won't be in anyone's way now. They can get on without me. They certainly show it. He couldn't tell whether his blood or tears was flowing out of him faster.
Even before the knife pierced his skin, he was in pain. This pain never left him. It haunted him, in his dreams. That's why he made sure he was always busy before this. If he didn't have anything to do, the pain would creep up on him and attack him from the inside. Scars, inside and out, covered him. He cut because it made him, even if for a moment, forget the pain inside him, the pain which was much worse.
The will to eat, sleep, and live was gone. He was wasting away, slowly. It was like torture. Everyday he endured. All of his friends drifted away, even his most trusted and valuable. He was alone. Death was his only answer.
For the first time he spoke out. "I'm done with it, life, everything." The shallow pool of blood beside him was slowly growing thicker. He began slipping in and out of consciousness, until finally fading into black.
Flashback
Hermoine walked into the grand hall with her head, as usual, stuck in a book. He watched her, the way she moved, the way she turned the pages of her delicate book, and the way she noticed nothing when she was reading, all of these, intrigued him. He sat behind a quidditch book while pretending to read.
He felt guilty when he did this. 'It's like I'm obsessed with her!' he would think each time he stole a glance at her. And each time she never noticed, she was still engrossed in her book.
Harry noticed though. "You and I both know, that you would be lucky to have each other mate." Ron jumped back, startled and fell off his chair. Harry laughed and this brought Hermoine back into reality.
Ron mumbled, "I... just tripped over the chair."
"Honestly, you should really be more careful. You could have seriously injured yourself. I mean if you had only watched were you were......" Hermione continued, but neither Harry or Ron ended up listening to the rest of it.
"Hermione, just drop it ok?" Ron piped. Hermione stalked off, and gave an insulted sigh as she did.
'Great Ron, just great, screw up another chance with Hermione. She'll never know how I feel.' So right he was.
End Flashback
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