I can hear the wind in my ears, ever so slightly. I feel the rain on my chest and running down my stomach; the mud gripping my back to the ground. I see the clouds that create the lightning. It strikes a tree not 10 feet away from me.

Is nature talking to me? Telling me to run? To get away? My chest heaves with every breath I take. I never wanted this to happen. I just wanted to be happy. Is there something wrong with that? Is that bad?

I hear the mud squish under my hands as I crawl. I just look towards the thing that had ruined my life. I just wanted everything to be perfect and to be in ecstasy, and then it was ruined. My secrets came unfolded. I had fallen into my own hole.

It was getting louder. What does it want from me? It feels like I'm in a crowded room, yet I see nothing. They are holding me down. 'No! Let me go!' I want to scream, but my throat isn't working. Why is this happening?

I feel a stabbing in my arm. It seems now I can scream so loudly it feels like my ears will begin to bleed. The tears are burning at my eye lids threatening to fall. Are they laughing at me? Do they really think it's funny?

Everything is encased in blackness. I hear no more thunder, nor rain. I no longer feel the mud all over my body, gritty and sticky. It seems so mellow now. I know they have taken me. It's all over now.

The stench of death is all around me so terribly intoxicating. I can feel their eyes on my body waiting. I feel as if there is nothing more to do but to succumb to them. I always believed I was the strong one, but I did this.

This is my fault, and now their will is stronger than mine. I see a bit of light in the corner to my left. I see a shadow coming through the door towards me. I somehow muster up enough strength to whisper "Please…" before letting go.

An incoherent voice speaks to me, but seems so far away. I sense their anger through the air. They want me to tell them something. I won't. I suddenly feel wetness all around my body, stabbing like a thousand needles. I can't breathe.

I awake and become aware of my surroundings later, though how much later I do not know. This is a war. I never should have forgotten that. I shouldn't have tried to ignore it. I should have been brave instead of running. I would have been saved from these people if I had stayed. Why? Why must I have been such a coward? Now Harry is dead. Ron is dead. Ginny is dead. My parents are dead; all thrown in here with me. I could have changed things for the better. I would have had peace for the rest of my life, but no. I must live in this hell for the rest of my days. I had my short bit of peace, and I thought it would last forever. I made myself believe it would last forever.

Voldemort won because of me. They needed my help but I ignored their owl's of "We need your help! Come quick!" I didn't believe them. I thought they could do it on their own. This is why it's my entire fault. "You caused all this pain and suffering for the entire world," I whisper to myself "Hermione."