"Hurt"
A young girl, no older than 10, sat in a darkened corner. Salty tears clouded her vision as the pain overcame her. The cruel words made her think about how she saw herself. Maybe she was ugly.maybe she was worthless.maybe she was nothing.
~*~
Hermione awoke from her agonizing dream. She got out of her bed and glanced in the nearby mirror. Looking at herself, she saw bloodshot eyes and a pale complexion. "I am ugly" she spat at herself. Now 17, she truly believed the immature taunting from her peers. So she hid from everyone. They tormented and teased her for being a 'know-it-all', but they didn't know the truth. No one cares. School seemed to comfort her, it didn't lie, it didn't hurt you.it was her only way to be free. She was very smart and escaped from the world. She ran her hand through her mass of brown hair. It was slightly less bushy then before, but it still made her cringe. Nothing was good enough for her approval. She was hideous and she knew it. Sighing, she tore her eyes away from her reflection and sat on her bed. She would be returning to Hogwarts in a few short days she thought. A slight smile came onto her face as she thought about all the wonderful things that she would be learning this year. Feeling better about herself, she walked to her dresser and caressed her glistening Head Girl badge. Wondering what time it was, she looked at her clock. "2:00 a clock in the morning" she whispered. Opening her window, she gazed at the calming darkness that embraced her. She shivered when a breeze stirred frigid air and the scent of morning made Hermione feel at peace. She glanced at her milky white arm and winced when she saw her pink scars. She resisted the urge to re-open the wounds they once were. To cut into her soft flesh and produce warm blood that carried away the pain she felt. She pushed the thought out of her mind and tried to fall asleep once more.
A loud alarm startled her early on the day she was to return to school. She rolled out of bed, looking over her trunk and making sure she forgot nothing of great importance. Once she was finished, she irritably walked down the stairs leading to the cheery kitchen of the Granger's. Faking a smile, she sat next to her father at the kitchen table. Her father beamed at her, and showered her with complements, telling her how proud her was. Smiling again, she thought to herself how much of an idiot he was. He didn't notice she was slowly dying on the inside. ~Maybe he didn't even care~ she thought. Pulling down her sleeve, she hid the scars unknown to her parents.
After breakfast, Hermione's trunk was loaded into her father's trunk and they set off to Platform 9 & ¾. She tried to seem happy while her parents ambushed her with affectionate kisses and hugs. Waving, she turned her back to them and boarded the train that was taking her to her sanctuary. She looked for an empty compartment, longing to be alone. Once she found a deserted compartment, she slid the door open and entered. She let out a sigh, as the door slammed shut. Collapsing onto the soft seat, she felt a small drop of warmth escape her brown eyes. Clutching her knees close to her chest, she watched the platform being left behind by the crimson locomotive. She felt great burdens leave her as vast trees appeared before her eyes. "No more pretending to be happy" she told herself. Lying down, she closed her eyes and thought of seeing her only friends in the deceitful world she was forced to live in.
Cold, silver eyes watched her through the window of the compartment. Draco Malfoy didn't want to miss an opportunity to harass the mudblood while she was away from her stupid friends. He opened the door abruptly, causing Hermione to jump up in a panic. A great fear came over her when she gazed into the spiteful eyes of her greatest enemy. Trying to regain what little courage she had before her interrupted her peaceful slumber. She could not hide the fear and pain in her face, and Draco wondered what the hell was going on with her.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Granger" he sneered, taking a seat next to her. "What do you want, Malfoy?" she said, feeling foolish in his presence. "Oh, so I have to have a motive to come talk to my fellow student?" he asked, looking hurt. When he received no answer, he moved closer to her. She felt his warm breath on her neck and a shiver ran up her spine. Frightened, she jumped out of the seat and moved to the opposite side of the compartment, staring at the ground. Draco gave a puzzled look and left, thinking of the odd behavior Hermione had displayed. ~What was she afraid of?~ he thought. Looking into the window of her room, he saw Hermione seated on the floor, tears streaming down her precious face. Snapping out of his sympathetic thoughts, a bitter surge of hatred overcame him and he walked away.
A young girl, no older than 10, sat in a darkened corner. Salty tears clouded her vision as the pain overcame her. The cruel words made her think about how she saw herself. Maybe she was ugly.maybe she was worthless.maybe she was nothing.
~*~
Hermione awoke from her agonizing dream. She got out of her bed and glanced in the nearby mirror. Looking at herself, she saw bloodshot eyes and a pale complexion. "I am ugly" she spat at herself. Now 17, she truly believed the immature taunting from her peers. So she hid from everyone. They tormented and teased her for being a 'know-it-all', but they didn't know the truth. No one cares. School seemed to comfort her, it didn't lie, it didn't hurt you.it was her only way to be free. She was very smart and escaped from the world. She ran her hand through her mass of brown hair. It was slightly less bushy then before, but it still made her cringe. Nothing was good enough for her approval. She was hideous and she knew it. Sighing, she tore her eyes away from her reflection and sat on her bed. She would be returning to Hogwarts in a few short days she thought. A slight smile came onto her face as she thought about all the wonderful things that she would be learning this year. Feeling better about herself, she walked to her dresser and caressed her glistening Head Girl badge. Wondering what time it was, she looked at her clock. "2:00 a clock in the morning" she whispered. Opening her window, she gazed at the calming darkness that embraced her. She shivered when a breeze stirred frigid air and the scent of morning made Hermione feel at peace. She glanced at her milky white arm and winced when she saw her pink scars. She resisted the urge to re-open the wounds they once were. To cut into her soft flesh and produce warm blood that carried away the pain she felt. She pushed the thought out of her mind and tried to fall asleep once more.
A loud alarm startled her early on the day she was to return to school. She rolled out of bed, looking over her trunk and making sure she forgot nothing of great importance. Once she was finished, she irritably walked down the stairs leading to the cheery kitchen of the Granger's. Faking a smile, she sat next to her father at the kitchen table. Her father beamed at her, and showered her with complements, telling her how proud her was. Smiling again, she thought to herself how much of an idiot he was. He didn't notice she was slowly dying on the inside. ~Maybe he didn't even care~ she thought. Pulling down her sleeve, she hid the scars unknown to her parents.
After breakfast, Hermione's trunk was loaded into her father's trunk and they set off to Platform 9 & ¾. She tried to seem happy while her parents ambushed her with affectionate kisses and hugs. Waving, she turned her back to them and boarded the train that was taking her to her sanctuary. She looked for an empty compartment, longing to be alone. Once she found a deserted compartment, she slid the door open and entered. She let out a sigh, as the door slammed shut. Collapsing onto the soft seat, she felt a small drop of warmth escape her brown eyes. Clutching her knees close to her chest, she watched the platform being left behind by the crimson locomotive. She felt great burdens leave her as vast trees appeared before her eyes. "No more pretending to be happy" she told herself. Lying down, she closed her eyes and thought of seeing her only friends in the deceitful world she was forced to live in.
Cold, silver eyes watched her through the window of the compartment. Draco Malfoy didn't want to miss an opportunity to harass the mudblood while she was away from her stupid friends. He opened the door abruptly, causing Hermione to jump up in a panic. A great fear came over her when she gazed into the spiteful eyes of her greatest enemy. Trying to regain what little courage she had before her interrupted her peaceful slumber. She could not hide the fear and pain in her face, and Draco wondered what the hell was going on with her.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Granger" he sneered, taking a seat next to her. "What do you want, Malfoy?" she said, feeling foolish in his presence. "Oh, so I have to have a motive to come talk to my fellow student?" he asked, looking hurt. When he received no answer, he moved closer to her. She felt his warm breath on her neck and a shiver ran up her spine. Frightened, she jumped out of the seat and moved to the opposite side of the compartment, staring at the ground. Draco gave a puzzled look and left, thinking of the odd behavior Hermione had displayed. ~What was she afraid of?~ he thought. Looking into the window of her room, he saw Hermione seated on the floor, tears streaming down her precious face. Snapping out of his sympathetic thoughts, a bitter surge of hatred overcame him and he walked away.