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My Gift Is My Sorrow.
Hermione lay with her head in her hands, sobbing into the bed covers. She felt like she wanted to die. Like she just wanted to shut her eyes and cease to exist. No more Slytherins, no more exams, no more life. True she was the best mind Hogwarts had seen but she couldn't cope anymore. The pressure was beginning to get to her, she was beginning to crack. Ron had just dumped her the night after sleeping with her. He had left her for Padma Patil. She hated him for it the bastard. Also that morning she had received word that her parents had been killed as a result of an attack on the muggle world by Voldemort. She just couldn't see any point in living anymore.
"I hate this life!" she screamed, she clenched her fists and her nails dug into the palms over her hands.
Through her tears she could see the crescents shapes in the palms over hands that her nails had made. She felt how much it hurt and she could see the blood. It felt good. For some reason this pain felt good. She got up and went to the mirror.
"Say goodbye," she whispered as she punched the mirror as hard as she could.
It immediately shattered into a million pieces. Some had cut her knuckles but she didn't care. She ran out of the room and through the castle to the dungeons. She entered the potions classroom and went to the draw were the knives for cutting ingredients were kept. An evil grin crossed Hermione's face. She didn't want o do it here. It was better to do outside. After all the ground was covered in snow, the blood would look so much better against the white, Hermione thought.
She arrived at the entrance hall and crossed over to the main doors silently. Just as silently she stepped outside. No one was in the grounds at the minute and the sun was shining, cold and bright, making the snow glitter. Hermione ran down to the lake and knelt down in a virgin piece of snow. She pulled the knife out of her pocket and inspected the shiny inviting blade. She ran her finger down the blade and jumped slightly as it pierced the skin, and watched as a trickle of blood dripped on to the pristine snow. She knew this was the end.
She held on to the thought that her life would haunt her no more. With that thought of sweet contentment she brought the blade down to her wrist and in a flash slit it. Pain shot through her but she didn't care this is what she wanted. She watched transfixed as her blood, her life force poured from the cut. Soon there was a large puddle of scarlet below her and she began to feel dizzy. Soon she lost conciseness and collapsed in a heap.
She had been given the gift of life, the gift of intelligence and the gift of beauty and those very things turned her life into sorrow. It drove her to this.
My Gift Is My Sorrow.
Hermione lay with her head in her hands, sobbing into the bed covers. She felt like she wanted to die. Like she just wanted to shut her eyes and cease to exist. No more Slytherins, no more exams, no more life. True she was the best mind Hogwarts had seen but she couldn't cope anymore. The pressure was beginning to get to her, she was beginning to crack. Ron had just dumped her the night after sleeping with her. He had left her for Padma Patil. She hated him for it the bastard. Also that morning she had received word that her parents had been killed as a result of an attack on the muggle world by Voldemort. She just couldn't see any point in living anymore.
"I hate this life!" she screamed, she clenched her fists and her nails dug into the palms over her hands.
Through her tears she could see the crescents shapes in the palms over hands that her nails had made. She felt how much it hurt and she could see the blood. It felt good. For some reason this pain felt good. She got up and went to the mirror.
"Say goodbye," she whispered as she punched the mirror as hard as she could.
It immediately shattered into a million pieces. Some had cut her knuckles but she didn't care. She ran out of the room and through the castle to the dungeons. She entered the potions classroom and went to the draw were the knives for cutting ingredients were kept. An evil grin crossed Hermione's face. She didn't want o do it here. It was better to do outside. After all the ground was covered in snow, the blood would look so much better against the white, Hermione thought.
She arrived at the entrance hall and crossed over to the main doors silently. Just as silently she stepped outside. No one was in the grounds at the minute and the sun was shining, cold and bright, making the snow glitter. Hermione ran down to the lake and knelt down in a virgin piece of snow. She pulled the knife out of her pocket and inspected the shiny inviting blade. She ran her finger down the blade and jumped slightly as it pierced the skin, and watched as a trickle of blood dripped on to the pristine snow. She knew this was the end.
She held on to the thought that her life would haunt her no more. With that thought of sweet contentment she brought the blade down to her wrist and in a flash slit it. Pain shot through her but she didn't care this is what she wanted. She watched transfixed as her blood, her life force poured from the cut. Soon there was a large puddle of scarlet below her and she began to feel dizzy. Soon she lost conciseness and collapsed in a heap.
She had been given the gift of life, the gift of intelligence and the gift of beauty and those very things turned her life into sorrow. It drove her to this.