Disclaimer: I own nothing... The characters belong to J.K. and the song belongs to Paramore. This is my first try at writing. Flames are welcome. Tips are also welcome.
Tell me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again
The scars wouldn't go away. They just kept coming back. No matter what she tried to do to hide them from the world, they were always visible. She always felt empty even when she was surrounded by friends. It was almost if no one knew. But that couldn't be true...
Cuz I fear I might break
And I fear I can't take it
Tonight I'll lie awake
Feeling empty
This young girl was once so happy. She had a beautiful life and always loved hanging out with friends. Then one day, was driven to doing the worst thing she could have thought about doing… What happened to drive her to this point? The pressure…Trying to be the saviors best friend. It drove her insane.
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
As the blade sliced through her skin, she didn't wince at all. The pain was no longer there. She was all alone, and empty on the inside. She had lost all of her hope a long time ago. There was nothing left in this world for her.
Now that I'm losing hope
And there's nothing else to show
For all the days that we spent
Carry away from home
As she sat in the bathroom of the crooked house, she never would have figured anyone would ever care about her at all. She didn't want to live any longer. And no one ever knew. The emotional strain was too much on her lithe body.
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone
Feeling empty
She poised the knife over her wrist one last time, in hopes of ending it all.
She almost wouldn't succeed at this point, as the door swung open.
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
Without you
"Hermione! What the hell are you doing?" the black haired wizard inquired upon his forced entry into the room.
"Good-bye Harry," she said wispily as the blade sliced into her skin one last time.
A.N. song is Pressure by Paramore.