I wish you knew...
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Cho was lying in bed, face up. She had been like this for hours. It was the night of Hogsmeade and she had no reason to go, anyway. What was the point of being at Hogwarts? She barely made the grade anymore, and she was always on depression medicine. No one knew about it except Hermione, and even she couldn't do anything about it this far into her depression. The doctors' medicine wasn't working much anymore. She was bipolar and depressed and there was only one thing left to do. She knew what it was, but she needed to know how she wanted to do it. Wrists? Throat? Assisted? Suffocation? She'll sleep on it...
"Hey, Cho, you there?"
It was Ron. Pesky, pesky, Ron. Why did he have to interrupt her suicidal moment? She didn't reply. She heard him tell someone else that Cho wasn't there. She isn't inside. That's one think I'll work on, she thought. Disappearing. Not being able to be found. That's the ticket.
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Hermione was getting worried. Ron told her that Cho wasn't there. Something's wrong. Very, vvery, wrong. She knew about Cho's suicide problem and she was worried whenever Cho was absent from classes, activities or had randomly disappeared. She decided to go to Cho's room again, just to make sure she was alright.
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Cho was lying in bed, face up. She had been like this for hours. It was the night of Hogsmeade and she had no reason to go, anyway. What was the point of being at Hogwarts? She barely made the grade anymore, and she was always on depression medicine. No one knew about it except Hermione, and even she couldn't do anything about it this far into her depression. The doctors' medicine wasn't working much anymore. She was bipolar and depressed and there was only one thing left to do. She knew what it was, but she needed to know how she wanted to do it. Wrists? Throat? Assisted? Suffocation? She'll sleep on it...
"Hey, Cho, you there?"
It was Ron. Pesky, pesky, Ron. Why did he have to interrupt her suicidal moment? She didn't reply. She heard him tell someone else that Cho wasn't there. She isn't inside. That's one think I'll work on, she thought. Disappearing. Not being able to be found. That's the ticket.
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Hermione was getting worried. Ron told her that Cho wasn't there. Something's wrong. Very, vvery, wrong. She knew about Cho's suicide problem and she was worried whenever Cho was absent from classes, activities or had randomly disappeared. She decided to go to Cho's room again, just to make sure she was alright.