Her feelings weren't important to anyone anymore. She had no one to turn to. Her mother was dead and her father was in jail. Her sister ran off. Her brother was too busy drinking to notice she was alive. She didn't have anything. Her eyes filled with tears. She remembered seeing this kind of stuff on tv. This was the part where the person remembered all the good memories. But, the sad part is, she had no good memories. Her memories were of her and her brother and sister huddled together in a closet while her mother and her father argued in drunken rages. Her memories were of broken arms and black eyes. She couldn't remember a time when she had ever been happy. Maybe when she was baby, she thought. Maybe she didn't know about all the bad stuff back then. There were no pictures of her and her family. Or of her and her friends. She only had two friends that actually loved her for who she was. Besides that, she knew didn't have anything to live for. There was one other living thing that loved her and it was her cat. The cat loved her unconditionally. Her cat was there when her heart had been broken. She had just purred loudly in her lap. She'd sent the kitty off to another family a few days ago, though it pained her to do so. She didn't want her to see what she was about to do. She looked at the knife she held in her hand. It was long and sharp and shaking in her hand. She remembered she'd always studied hard. Always dont her best. She was always the top student. The knife shook even more. She'd always comforted and looked out for her family. The knife shook more. And now it was time for it to end. Taking one last breath, she plunged the knife deep into her chest. And then it was all black.
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She woke up in the hospital. She was sore and felt nauseaus.
"Hermione? Are you awake?," came a gentle voice from nowhere. It was Ron. Ron was there!
"Hemi? *yes I know it's spelled Hemi. It's a nickname* How are you feeling?," came another voice. Harry. . .it was Harry. They both there. She sighed. So it hadn't worked.
"Hemi, everything is gonna be okay. I promise.," Ron said, leaning down to kiss her. Hermione smiled. She couldn't talk. She was too weak, so she just smiled. Everything would be okay. Everything would be okay. . .