Tears of blood
A soft gasp escaped my mouth as I opened all those old scars up. The razor blade was cold against my skin it almost had a comfortable weight about it now. It was like an old friend always there for me when someone else would hurt me, it would be there always waiting letting me escape the real world. Because when I watch the blood flow from me I can't feel anything else, I can't see anything else and all my troubles flow away as well.
I stopped the blood flow with a quick spell, covered my wounds up with my robes and hurried out of the bathroom. It was getting late and I knew that I should get some sleep, but even as I closed my eyes I knew sleep would evade me another night. I closed my eyes and all I could see were the life less corpses of everyone who died during the war. I open my eyes and the darkness weighs down on me threatening to engulf me, the sad thing is I wish it would.
It's been three months since the war. Three months of nightmares which won't leave me. Three months of fake smiles and fake answers. Three months of wishing I had been one of those corpses.
I felt as though there was only one person who could see through my disguise, one person who I recently couldn't stop staring at, and one person who seemed to genuinely care. Ginny Weasley. She had been one of my best friends since she started Hogwarts and now that I was in my sixth year I couldn't help but hope we could possibly turn into something more. I'm not sure when I really fell for her, I think I had probably always had a thing for her but I'd only realised it now, now that so many people who were so close to taken had been taken away from me, now that I realised how much I really needed her.
The next morning I woke up glad the sun had finally risen, I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that the time was only 5:30 but there was no point of me trying to get back to sleep so I hurried into the showers while they were free. The muscles in my shoulders relaxed under the jet of hot water and I let out a long sigh. This was going to be a very long day, not just because of the fake smiles and fake answers, but because today was my birthday.
15 minutes later and I was on my way to the great hall for a spot of breakfast before I made my way to the charms room, content to wait outside until the lesson began. But as I made my way toward the portrait a soft voice called my name. I turned around startled.
"Happy birthday Mione." ,whispered Ginny Weasley. I looked and her and gasped a ray of light fell across her illuminating her hair making it seem as though it was on fire.