A/N: This is my second story under this name. I said I would write my angst stories and I have. This is going to have prolonged suspense and themes that aren't suitible for agesd 14 and under. Sorry to call all you little kids out but you can't read this. Sorry! Now please enjoy the first part of this prolouge!

I can't escape this hell

So many times I've tried

But I'm still caged inside

Somebody get me through this nightmare

I'm terrified to go out at night, not knowing if the clouds will cover the moon enough to let me not transform.

This curse is truly, a curse. I would not wish this on my worst of enemies. The constant craving for blood, the craving to rip someone into pieces feeling their warm blood cover me. I can not even look my parents in the eye anymore for fear of them seeing what I have become. I live in the constant fear that I will one day kill one of my loved ones.

I wish not to live this life anymore but cannot get up enough will power to do it. This, this, this ANIMAL I have become! If anyone ever found out about this disease I would be shunned for something I didn't want and had no power over.

Every full moon, every 28 days I will become this blood thirsty beast, one of which I have no control over. And that is what terrifies me. I sneak out and go into the sewers to wait it out in a cage I bought in Knockturn Alley. But I realize I can not continue living my life as I am now. I am afraid that I will have to give up my life during my last year at Hogwarts.

I have accomplished much in my life, by helping Harry out I have accomplished what I was destined to do. The-boy-who-lived will have to destroy Voldemort without his golden girl. I don't wish to die, but I do wish to be Free. To live a life without the constant tortures of this, this, damnation!

I hope he is enjoying this. Enjoying my torture. Enjoying my constant stream of tears. I hope he's enjoying the fact that I give up! That I am refusing to continue this life of mine.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?! FUCK THIS! I'M TIRED OF THIS! I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS! WHERE EVER THE FUCK YOU ARE!" Hermione sadly screamed into an empty house. Both her parents were out on a date.

Hermione walked over to her drawer and took out a box and in it was her well-known knife. It was a beautiful sight. The handle had a black background with a red dying rose wrapped around it. The blade was atleast, a good 4 inches and sharp enough to cut a strand of hair in half. She expertly began to twirl in around in her hands. Hermione then raised her sleeve to reveal several previous cuts and now scars, all along her arm. She ran her hand over all her self-inflicted cuts loving the feeling of feeling HER scars the ones she could proudly say were from here and no one else's. Unlike, she raised her hand to touch a row of scars on her leg that strongly resembled an enlarged bite mark of a dog, these. She picked up her box again and took out a piece of parchment paper neatly folded. She carefully unfolded it to reveal her last words and thoughts she wished for her loved ones to read. She placed the letter on her pillow as she lay down.

"Goodbye life. Goodbye you damn curse. I'm sorry it had to end like this." She then pierced her skin and applied a good amount of pressure on the blade. She let the familiar feeling of pain wash over her as she slowly felt her life begin to slip away…

"Goodbye you damned world." Hermione managed to say barely louder than a whisper before she blacked out.

A/N: Ok that's the end of the first chapter/prologue thingy. Talk about problems! Eh heh heh… yeah… I have another story out there struggling and drowning! I'd love if you'd check it out! It's called Tumbleweed! RR! Please and gracias!