I think we've all felt like this at some point. (Mention of suicide). I'll probably keep this as one-shot unless I get enough feedback to continue.
A/N: There will probably be grammar errors since I wrote this in less than an hr.
"Not smart enough, not pretty enough, not good enough."
Hermione was suppose to be what everyone considered special. One of the most smartest witches her teachers said. Her classmates were jealous of her because she was so, so smart. But she didn't believe it for one second. Just because she got top marks didn't mean she was smart, it just meant that she spent most of her time studying. And she had loads of time to study because no one ever wanted to be around her outside of class. Unless they wanted her help or notes, they just acted like she was invisible. She wanted to be included. She tried so hard to be nice and make friends, but it just seemed they didn't want her around. Not that she could ever fit their standards. She wasn't pretty enough. No guy would ever date her because he could never get past the bookworm that was her reputation. The sad thing is, is that she couldn't do a damn thing to change it. And that was why she was locked up in the common room at 7:30 p.m. She was studying for her owl's since they were only two months away, while everyone else was at the Quidditch pitch. No one had even bothered to invite her.
She was sad. She was alone all the time. She just wanted someone to accept her for who she was. But, she knew, no one would ever would. She would die alone with twelve cats. What an amazing way to end one's life. But then again, she could just end her life right here right now. No more pain. No more feelings of despair, and worthlessness. She had muggle pills stashed in her bag. Maybe, I should overdose. No one would miss me anyway. I'm a waste of energy, she thought. She quickly left the common room and dashed through the portrait door. Little did she know someone did see her.
Hermione arrived at the girls' bathroom and quickly opened the bottle of pills. She poured ten onto her hand. However, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She stared blankly at the window. Do it. Just do it. She began crying and shaking because she knew no one would miss her. Why would they? She meant nothing to anyone.
"Hermione." The pills flung out of her hand at the voice that startled her. She rapidly turned around to see Fred, one of the twins that she would always scold for using his pranks on first years.
"Hi, Fred." She said shakily.
"Are you okay?" He asked, coming a bit closer inside the bathroom.
"Yes." She replied, wiping her tears away from her eyes.
He picked up one of her pills and finally realized what she had come here to do. "Were you trying to kill yourself?" He wondered, but he most definitely knew the answer.
She didn't respond. She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, cheeks swollen with tears, still shaking and silently crying. He walked up to her and took her hand. "I won't leave you alone anymore." He whispered.
She was still doubtful, and she didn't think he would keep his word. But at least for one moment, she wasn't alone.