This Bitter Pill
The beautiful brunette sat sullen and alone on her bed, contemplating her life's disparities and wondering in vain how things could have gotten so bad, so quickly.
For the last few months she had turned reclusive, shutting out the world along with anyone who tried to help or get close to her.
After facing her world completely crumbling beneath her, Hermione just couldn't bear to see the sympathetic looks or hear the empty words of consolation.
For the longest time she couldn't find any form of comfort, nothing sufficed at taking the insurmountable pain away.
That is until one day when a random stranger in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts offered her a quick escape from the torment weighing heavily upon her. This escape came in the form of a tiny, yet notorious purple pill.
Hermione had heard several rumors of the pill, casual whisperings of students passing by. Supposedly it gave that extra boost, a spring in your step.
Months ago the brunette would never have dreamed of participating in drug-use, but with her world turned upside down, the line between right and wrong had become severely blurred.
But that initial high was long ago, and as the girl lay on her bed in the empty dormitory little tinges of regret and reason began to cross her mind. However, she knew that she was in far too deep and didn't even want to think about giving up the serene numbness she felt for ever-increasing sorrow.