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I sat there trembling as I listened to my captor's voice murmur something to another voice. Everything is dark and I can't see a thing thanks to the blindfold on my face. I have been here so long that I forget what day it is. I am roughly pulled up from under my arms. I cry out in pain as I feel the bruises from long ago and cuts that are reopened. I hope I can escape this hellhole that I am in.

Something is pressed against my throat and I start to panic. There is no denying the feel of steel that the gun gives when pressed to my throat. I start to wriggle to get free but I am thrown down. I make contact with the solid ground and I feel a warm liquid run down my face.

"Listen, you idiotic fool," hissed a gruff voice, " you have the pleasure of staying alive." I felt relief but then worry; there was no way I was going to get out of this situation that easily.

"Your life will be a living hell, you are going to be the reason why the 'incident' happened" I heard this and all hope was taken from me. I remember the incident that they are referring to. I remember the pain and agony, and I remember the expression on my friend's faces as I watched form afar. I feel cold and I know I will never be the same again once I am released to the death grip called being framed.

Three days later

It has been three days since I was told that I would be framed for the deaths of my friends. I am now outside the Ministry building waiting for my hearing to start. I think about my friends. Oh my poor friends, what a way to go. Pansy was tortured, and then died from blood loss from the brutal beatings of my father and his friends. Poor Blaise was forced to torture Theodore before he died from one too many Crucio curses. I wish they hadn't died, at least they know I didn't betray them to our families cause.

After I was told I was going to be framed, a disgusting liquid was forced down my throat. I found out what the liquid was when a voice asked me who had killed my friends, I was shocked to find my lips form the word "me." I then realized that the potion made the drinker say only one word, me. This was when I realized that my life was over, not only would I have a trial and be convicted; I would have to stay in Azkaban for the rest of my life.

As I was finishing these thoughts I was called in to the building for my hearing. I decided to end my life, better now then in Azkaban. I tell the guards to take me to the bathroom. When I get there I lock myself in a stall and I look for sharp objects. I realize the sharpest thing in here is the toilet seat handle. I grab it a pull, luckily the thing snaps off. I then hold it to my throat.

Its now or never so I plunge the handle into my throat and heart repeatedly, stabbing myself. It's working because I can see rich red running down my shirt. I continue the motion until I am too weak to continue. I then try to balance myself but I fall, and then I feel nothing.

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