Hi! This is the second attempt at posting this fanfiction so I hope this time it goes better... This is also my first ever fanfiction and I don't know whether it's good or not- the more I read it the more I have doubts. Please let me know if you like it! Thank you, and enjoy!
There was nothing left to her life. Nothing worth living for. Her job was falling apart, and that was her fault. Her friendships were on the rocks, and that was her fault. Her life was completely shit, and there was no way out. Hermione; you're wrong - there is, of course, one way, she thought as she placed the paracetamol in her hands for the third time.
A lot of her thoughts after her first and second attempts were asking why she survived, and she realised that the only reason they had failed her was because she wasn't certain that it was what she wanted. That it was the only way. But having the time to reconsider made her adamant that this was the right thing to do.
She listened to the harsh silence in her flat and It reminded her of how lonely she felt. As the tears began to fall slowly from her eyes, she swallowed each tablet one by one. Her mind became fuzzy and she knew it was working. She knew she could finally get away from the living hell that was her insignificant little life. Her body felt like a huge mass and she could barely hold herself up anymore. The sight of the face of death made her feel more alive as she felt herself drifting into an eternal sleep.
And then, nothing. The ground could have been a pillow for all she had known.