She sat there deciding what to do. All the pain, all the misery, she wanted to destroy that, if not that then at least be free from all those problems for at least 5 minutes. 5 minutes of joy and freedom, 5 minutes of longing to the land of no one, the land of solitude. And yet this land is far from reach, although she can cut her wrist and start the longing and eternal process but she chose against it…until now. Her days are like routines for her, she awakes to a screaming sound coming from her parents bedroom, she listens quietly dares not to move, dares not to break the yearning silence, only hears her heart rate. She listened cautiously and heard moans and violent crashes, not knowing what to do she stays there, sits there like its natural. To her it was natural, to her it's become a habit. Suddenly her thoughts were being interrupted by her father's insensitive voice.
"Where are you girl?" he screamed.
Terrified of what her fathers actions might turn out to be, horrified by what the outcome may result to she panicked and ran straight to her bathroom which was located on the left side of her room, somewhere where her father hasn't come across yet. She closed the door in such a fierce way and locked herself inside. She prayed, prayed so hard that she will wake, wake from this unforgettable dream. She prayed that all the screaming and torture would stop. In a quick action she closed her ears using her white trembling hands as shields from the loud noises. Her bushy brown hair slightly falling in her eyes, covering the sweat dripping from her forehead. She shuts her eyes so tight that she has never seen such darkness in her life. Once time has passed, she slowly opens he eyes only to see her bathroom door shaking from the grunting sounds coming out of her fathers mouth. She continues to hold her hands covering her ears, afraid of what her actions may result to. And then it all stops, she's dumbfounded, she slowly releases her head from this incredible pain and hears silence. She's alone, for once she's alone, but no, not just yet. Her problems, her misery, her perpetual pain that still lingers in her heart. She's in deep pain, she's lost it. Hasn't smiled in weeks, hasn't eaten in days. Large, deep, blue bags under hey eyes from lack of sleep and a swollen face from all that crying. She was afraid to take a step up and look at herself in the mirror, she hasn't seen herself in days. She hated her life, she wanted so desperately to disappear, to disappear from the world, from her parents, from life. She had nothing to live up to. So there she stood, looking at herself in the mirror, petrified by what she has to face. She wanted so much to destroy that image, to erase it but couldn't find a way. Unable to movie with both hands on opposite sides of the sink. Face lowered from her gaze, this lonely 16-yr-old girl stood there, reminding herself that in just a day she would have to face her school mates. She wouldn't have to deal with her father's wrath, she wouldn't have to hide nor cry. She wouldn't almost be set free. With all these thoughts running through her head she looked up one more time just to see maybe she did have something to look up to, maybe she wasn't that bad, but no, none of the good thoughts came through. Frustrated her breathing level increased, her blood rushing up to her face, she knew that sooner of later people will know the true person behind the mask she wear's, people will know that she's a desperate, lonely, depressed, and a lost girl. She would have to face her school mates, she would have to be forced to smile, when really all in all she was unable to. She would put up and act just to please them, just to become what she always dreaded, a fake. All of the sudden her actions are not in control with her mind. With all her power she takes her right hand and punches the mirror using her fist. Shooting, sudden and terrorizing pain shot up from her wrist to her arm. This numb and painful feeling spread all over her body, paralyzing her from any movement. Her knees weakened by the shocking pain, she feel to the ground. At first came pain but then she wandered off somewhere deep in her mind, somewhere where her problems are lost, where she's set free. Where she cant see or hear that haunting voice that comes after her every now and then. Slowly she feels her eyelids getting heavy and she starts to close them knowing that once she awakes everything will come back. Her fears will come to disturb her once again, and she will once again be set into deep depression of misery. But for now she wanted to enjoy this moment. Just once in her life, she wanted to fly, she wanted to feel the breeze slightly caress her cheek as she would fly though the deep fog that sleeps upon her cold street. Slowly closing her eyes she blacks out and all there is, is white beautiful light and her mothers face glowing from the sky as if she were and angel. Her beautiful fair, white, skin glowing with an outline of yellow sunshine surrounding her. Her beautiful long, wavy, and golden hair that gently covers her delicate features of her face. It looked like she way saying something but no words came out, it's as if she were inaudible and unheard. She started to fade away but right before she left she slowly put her right hand over her heart and whispered a single word. And just as her face has left my eyesight, it was exchanged with a sudden blackness with my fathers figure towering over me. Suddenly my body starts to tremble all because of this monstrous person who dares to call him my father. Real fathers don't beat their only daughters just to get his anger out. He's caused so much destruction that one day he might end up killing me from the torture he gives me. 'But isn't that what I want, is to die' No, I will never let my father see me cry. The day I cry will mark the day when I die. I'm a much stronger person than he will ever be, I would never sink to such a low level as him.
With a harsh pull back to reality, I awake. I look down at my once bloodied hand only to find it clean with no marks of scratches or bruises. As I look around I find myself sitting in a pool of blood and yet I'm clean.
'How could that be? It's impossible, and the pain, it's gone' I thought to myself.
As my eyes travel around the bathroom I stumble across a piece of mirror, it is the mirror that made me bleed and made me see the reality. I look up only to find the same mirror being broken in half and only in half.
'I don't understand, last thing I remember was me punching the mirror so hard there were pieces of it everywhere. Its broken in such and even half' I thought.
The mirror was broken in exactly two even sides. She couldn't come up with any explanation as to why or how that happened. I opened the bathroom door and duck my head into my bedroom, checking for any signs of my father. It's strangely quiet so I take this opportunity to walk out and finally relax and collect my thoughts.
I observed my room and found it in a terrible condition like someone has been here looking for something and I have so many visions rushing through my head. Immediately I rush to my closet, open it and stick my hand on the furthest shelve there is. I grab this box and open it. Inside I find out that they, whoever it was, didn't take what was inside this box. I look through it and find a long stick figure wrapped in a long velvet cloth. I untangle it only to reveal a silver blade which was covered in green emeralds. It also had weird shapes carved on it, but there was this one that stood out and it was a figure of a snake which was faced to your right showing you only one of its green eye. It seemed to be looking right at you even if you put the knife somewhere else, it always seemed to be looking at you. There was something definitely strange about this snake. It also seemed as if this snake came with another pair. In back there were words carved in as small as possible, almost impossible to read.
````(He who must be your second shall receive the other half of this. Must not fool the deep decided faith that beholds your future. Must not select another path. What's there shall be kept in place. Nor should never break apart)````
She put the blade down. Even thought she had this sudden urge to blast the thing right in her wrist just to make everything alright for those wonderful 5 minutes. Deep down in this same box there was pictures of her mother. She looked at it and let a single tear roll down her soft white skin. Her mother died 2 years ago in a car accident. If it wasn't for that sick man she called father once, her mother would still be alive and safe. No, no, he had to call her and tell her to come home as soon as possible just because of some petty news about his brother being caught and sent to Jail.
Hermione's P.O.V
Oh so much I dread that day when my mother crashed with this van and no one was there for about 2 hours. So many images came back to me rushing through, to this day I still remember the whole incident like it was yesterday. For these 2 long and terrorizing years I have been beaten, wounded, and sexually abused. Of course I still had my pride with being a virgin but that didn't stop my good for nothing father who made me do some errands just to please him. How I wish I can have my normal life back, the one where I woke up to a lovely smell of pancakes and syrup, the one when I heard my mothers laugh ringing through my ears. When I saw my father smile at me for my good grades that I brought home. Those days are much to over now and there is absolutely nothing I can do right now to get them back. Killing myself will not cause any chaos, as much as my father loves me he could care less about me and yet again he still wants me living with him just so he can have something that he can take his anger out on. I'm a living target for him and he doesn't seem to even notice my bruises that I already know how to conceal from other seeing it. He could care less about my aching body which is sore everyday when I go to sleep. As I think about all of this I notice that now I no longer have the pictures in my hand but this glowing knife which reflects myself. As I observe it closely I see a horrible image of a lost and weak girl who sits there staring back at me with wide eyes. I take this knife and put it to my wrist and I feel the cold metal against my skin. It feels good and yet im still miserable. I apply pressure to the knife and next thing I know I see bright red blood slowly rolling towards my fingers I hold up my hand and put it against my mouth. I taste this red liquid suddenly feeling heavy and slowly start to close my eyes. As I drift off to a long dreamless sleep I feel a soft hand touch my bloody wrist and with a quick motion this gentle touch disappeared.
I awake only to find sun shining through my covered windows, why cant the sun just go away and leave me in my darkness where I belong, where my future beholds. It's now directly shining right at me as it telling me to get up from my pool of misery. "Oh no, school's today"
Like a ton of bricks have been crashed on me, I jerk up from my bed and start to gather all of my belongings. Rethinking what exactly it is that im going to do once I get there and how will I be known as the same old bookworm, know-it-all mudblood Granger.
2 hours later I have packed my trunk and now the hard part is getting away from my lovely father. I cast a spell on the trunk, making it small enough to fit in my bag. I look out and find my house strangely quiet, as I walk across my hallway my walking increases. The thought of my father catching me is horrifying. I get out of the house safe and sound and catch the next KNIGHT BUS.
As I reach Platform 9 ¾ see the famous Hogwarts train with fog steaming out of it. I undo the spell for my trunk and put it along with the others.
I see no red head or jet black hair so I assume they will come later, right now I wanted to get some sleep knowing that the ride will be for hours. I slowly walk through the compartments trying to find a single compartment which doesn't include anyone occupying it. I reached the last compartment there is and slowly open it, hoping that no one will be there. To my surprise it was empty.
I rush to the side of the compartment and sit there thinking how my last year at Hogwarts will be. Being head girl meant a lot for me. It also meant that I will have to work twice as hard as the rest of the kids and I will do more work than anyone else except of course head boy. "I wonder who head boy is" I thought to myself. Just as I thought this the compartment door slips open and a tall masculine boy walks in. I turned my head slowly away from this unknown boy, knowing that once he will see me he'll run away to his little friends and come back later to tease me or say something to me. None of this happened and although I was astounded by the maturity level of this unknown boy I never expected this to happen. He slowly closed the door and sat on the opposite side of me just staring at me. I never leave my gaze looking out the window and just observing the rain that poured down on the window as if someone up there was crying. Then I remembered my mother and I knew that she was always up there watching over me and whenever it rained I had this feeling like she was in pain and that she needed me as much as I needed her. She's up there crying, but for who, and the answer was once again so clear to me, she's crying for me, her only daughter , Hermione Granger. I didn't even realize but I felt a tear slide down my cheek. As soon as I felt it, I felt a cold hand wipe away my single tear. I looked up and locked eyes with none other than Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. I look deep into his dark blue eyes and start to wonder whats happening. And then I finally came to my senses and realized that Malfoy, the person who I loathed all these years of school, the person who tortured me about my being raised in a muggle-born family, has just wiped away my tear and still kept his hand there. In one quick motion I jerk his hand away from my face and get as far away from him as possible.
"What are you playing at Malfoy?" I said in a harsh voice.
"Where are you girl?" he screamed.
Terrified of what her fathers actions might turn out to be, horrified by what the outcome may result to she panicked and ran straight to her bathroom which was located on the left side of her room, somewhere where her father hasn't come across yet. She closed the door in such a fierce way and locked herself inside. She prayed, prayed so hard that she will wake, wake from this unforgettable dream. She prayed that all the screaming and torture would stop. In a quick action she closed her ears using her white trembling hands as shields from the loud noises. Her bushy brown hair slightly falling in her eyes, covering the sweat dripping from her forehead. She shuts her eyes so tight that she has never seen such darkness in her life. Once time has passed, she slowly opens he eyes only to see her bathroom door shaking from the grunting sounds coming out of her fathers mouth. She continues to hold her hands covering her ears, afraid of what her actions may result to. And then it all stops, she's dumbfounded, she slowly releases her head from this incredible pain and hears silence. She's alone, for once she's alone, but no, not just yet. Her problems, her misery, her perpetual pain that still lingers in her heart. She's in deep pain, she's lost it. Hasn't smiled in weeks, hasn't eaten in days. Large, deep, blue bags under hey eyes from lack of sleep and a swollen face from all that crying. She was afraid to take a step up and look at herself in the mirror, she hasn't seen herself in days. She hated her life, she wanted so desperately to disappear, to disappear from the world, from her parents, from life. She had nothing to live up to. So there she stood, looking at herself in the mirror, petrified by what she has to face. She wanted so much to destroy that image, to erase it but couldn't find a way. Unable to movie with both hands on opposite sides of the sink. Face lowered from her gaze, this lonely 16-yr-old girl stood there, reminding herself that in just a day she would have to face her school mates. She wouldn't have to deal with her father's wrath, she wouldn't have to hide nor cry. She wouldn't almost be set free. With all these thoughts running through her head she looked up one more time just to see maybe she did have something to look up to, maybe she wasn't that bad, but no, none of the good thoughts came through. Frustrated her breathing level increased, her blood rushing up to her face, she knew that sooner of later people will know the true person behind the mask she wear's, people will know that she's a desperate, lonely, depressed, and a lost girl. She would have to face her school mates, she would have to be forced to smile, when really all in all she was unable to. She would put up and act just to please them, just to become what she always dreaded, a fake. All of the sudden her actions are not in control with her mind. With all her power she takes her right hand and punches the mirror using her fist. Shooting, sudden and terrorizing pain shot up from her wrist to her arm. This numb and painful feeling spread all over her body, paralyzing her from any movement. Her knees weakened by the shocking pain, she feel to the ground. At first came pain but then she wandered off somewhere deep in her mind, somewhere where her problems are lost, where she's set free. Where she cant see or hear that haunting voice that comes after her every now and then. Slowly she feels her eyelids getting heavy and she starts to close them knowing that once she awakes everything will come back. Her fears will come to disturb her once again, and she will once again be set into deep depression of misery. But for now she wanted to enjoy this moment. Just once in her life, she wanted to fly, she wanted to feel the breeze slightly caress her cheek as she would fly though the deep fog that sleeps upon her cold street. Slowly closing her eyes she blacks out and all there is, is white beautiful light and her mothers face glowing from the sky as if she were and angel. Her beautiful fair, white, skin glowing with an outline of yellow sunshine surrounding her. Her beautiful long, wavy, and golden hair that gently covers her delicate features of her face. It looked like she way saying something but no words came out, it's as if she were inaudible and unheard. She started to fade away but right before she left she slowly put her right hand over her heart and whispered a single word. And just as her face has left my eyesight, it was exchanged with a sudden blackness with my fathers figure towering over me. Suddenly my body starts to tremble all because of this monstrous person who dares to call him my father. Real fathers don't beat their only daughters just to get his anger out. He's caused so much destruction that one day he might end up killing me from the torture he gives me. 'But isn't that what I want, is to die' No, I will never let my father see me cry. The day I cry will mark the day when I die. I'm a much stronger person than he will ever be, I would never sink to such a low level as him.
With a harsh pull back to reality, I awake. I look down at my once bloodied hand only to find it clean with no marks of scratches or bruises. As I look around I find myself sitting in a pool of blood and yet I'm clean.
'How could that be? It's impossible, and the pain, it's gone' I thought to myself.
As my eyes travel around the bathroom I stumble across a piece of mirror, it is the mirror that made me bleed and made me see the reality. I look up only to find the same mirror being broken in half and only in half.
'I don't understand, last thing I remember was me punching the mirror so hard there were pieces of it everywhere. Its broken in such and even half' I thought.
The mirror was broken in exactly two even sides. She couldn't come up with any explanation as to why or how that happened. I opened the bathroom door and duck my head into my bedroom, checking for any signs of my father. It's strangely quiet so I take this opportunity to walk out and finally relax and collect my thoughts.
I observed my room and found it in a terrible condition like someone has been here looking for something and I have so many visions rushing through my head. Immediately I rush to my closet, open it and stick my hand on the furthest shelve there is. I grab this box and open it. Inside I find out that they, whoever it was, didn't take what was inside this box. I look through it and find a long stick figure wrapped in a long velvet cloth. I untangle it only to reveal a silver blade which was covered in green emeralds. It also had weird shapes carved on it, but there was this one that stood out and it was a figure of a snake which was faced to your right showing you only one of its green eye. It seemed to be looking right at you even if you put the knife somewhere else, it always seemed to be looking at you. There was something definitely strange about this snake. It also seemed as if this snake came with another pair. In back there were words carved in as small as possible, almost impossible to read.
````(He who must be your second shall receive the other half of this. Must not fool the deep decided faith that beholds your future. Must not select another path. What's there shall be kept in place. Nor should never break apart)````
She put the blade down. Even thought she had this sudden urge to blast the thing right in her wrist just to make everything alright for those wonderful 5 minutes. Deep down in this same box there was pictures of her mother. She looked at it and let a single tear roll down her soft white skin. Her mother died 2 years ago in a car accident. If it wasn't for that sick man she called father once, her mother would still be alive and safe. No, no, he had to call her and tell her to come home as soon as possible just because of some petty news about his brother being caught and sent to Jail.
Hermione's P.O.V
Oh so much I dread that day when my mother crashed with this van and no one was there for about 2 hours. So many images came back to me rushing through, to this day I still remember the whole incident like it was yesterday. For these 2 long and terrorizing years I have been beaten, wounded, and sexually abused. Of course I still had my pride with being a virgin but that didn't stop my good for nothing father who made me do some errands just to please him. How I wish I can have my normal life back, the one where I woke up to a lovely smell of pancakes and syrup, the one when I heard my mothers laugh ringing through my ears. When I saw my father smile at me for my good grades that I brought home. Those days are much to over now and there is absolutely nothing I can do right now to get them back. Killing myself will not cause any chaos, as much as my father loves me he could care less about me and yet again he still wants me living with him just so he can have something that he can take his anger out on. I'm a living target for him and he doesn't seem to even notice my bruises that I already know how to conceal from other seeing it. He could care less about my aching body which is sore everyday when I go to sleep. As I think about all of this I notice that now I no longer have the pictures in my hand but this glowing knife which reflects myself. As I observe it closely I see a horrible image of a lost and weak girl who sits there staring back at me with wide eyes. I take this knife and put it to my wrist and I feel the cold metal against my skin. It feels good and yet im still miserable. I apply pressure to the knife and next thing I know I see bright red blood slowly rolling towards my fingers I hold up my hand and put it against my mouth. I taste this red liquid suddenly feeling heavy and slowly start to close my eyes. As I drift off to a long dreamless sleep I feel a soft hand touch my bloody wrist and with a quick motion this gentle touch disappeared.
I awake only to find sun shining through my covered windows, why cant the sun just go away and leave me in my darkness where I belong, where my future beholds. It's now directly shining right at me as it telling me to get up from my pool of misery. "Oh no, school's today"
Like a ton of bricks have been crashed on me, I jerk up from my bed and start to gather all of my belongings. Rethinking what exactly it is that im going to do once I get there and how will I be known as the same old bookworm, know-it-all mudblood Granger.
2 hours later I have packed my trunk and now the hard part is getting away from my lovely father. I cast a spell on the trunk, making it small enough to fit in my bag. I look out and find my house strangely quiet, as I walk across my hallway my walking increases. The thought of my father catching me is horrifying. I get out of the house safe and sound and catch the next KNIGHT BUS.
As I reach Platform 9 ¾ see the famous Hogwarts train with fog steaming out of it. I undo the spell for my trunk and put it along with the others.
I see no red head or jet black hair so I assume they will come later, right now I wanted to get some sleep knowing that the ride will be for hours. I slowly walk through the compartments trying to find a single compartment which doesn't include anyone occupying it. I reached the last compartment there is and slowly open it, hoping that no one will be there. To my surprise it was empty.
I rush to the side of the compartment and sit there thinking how my last year at Hogwarts will be. Being head girl meant a lot for me. It also meant that I will have to work twice as hard as the rest of the kids and I will do more work than anyone else except of course head boy. "I wonder who head boy is" I thought to myself. Just as I thought this the compartment door slips open and a tall masculine boy walks in. I turned my head slowly away from this unknown boy, knowing that once he will see me he'll run away to his little friends and come back later to tease me or say something to me. None of this happened and although I was astounded by the maturity level of this unknown boy I never expected this to happen. He slowly closed the door and sat on the opposite side of me just staring at me. I never leave my gaze looking out the window and just observing the rain that poured down on the window as if someone up there was crying. Then I remembered my mother and I knew that she was always up there watching over me and whenever it rained I had this feeling like she was in pain and that she needed me as much as I needed her. She's up there crying, but for who, and the answer was once again so clear to me, she's crying for me, her only daughter , Hermione Granger. I didn't even realize but I felt a tear slide down my cheek. As soon as I felt it, I felt a cold hand wipe away my single tear. I looked up and locked eyes with none other than Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. I look deep into his dark blue eyes and start to wonder whats happening. And then I finally came to my senses and realized that Malfoy, the person who I loathed all these years of school, the person who tortured me about my being raised in a muggle-born family, has just wiped away my tear and still kept his hand there. In one quick motion I jerk his hand away from my face and get as far away from him as possible.
"What are you playing at Malfoy?" I said in a harsh voice.
