The silent sound of blood dripping onto the floor sounded so loud in the brunette's ears. Everything that was once silent in her life now sounded loud, demanding to be heard. Brown eyes could be seen in the broken mirror but the person who they belonged too now seemed like a stranger, who was Hermione Granger anymore? A series of events had pushed her into the state she was in; the choices she made had led her to be here. She had exhausted all possible, positive ways to live, hadn't she? Did she give in to the negative all too soon?

A smile graced her lips, she was pregnant! Oh Ron would be so excited, that's all they'd talked about for this past year and it finally happened. The slam of a door could be heard in the house and she quickly made her way to the noise, her husband sat at the kitchen table, a large manila envelope in hand. He must have brought his work home with him again.

"Hello, love! I have news!" She exclaimed excitedly, but the expression on his face was emotionless as he slammed the envelope down, her name written on it in his handwriting.

He didn't speak as she sat down and opened it. It was divorce papers. Her heart sank and suddenly she thought she might throw up against for the fifth time that day. "Ron.." Tears had begun to pool in her eyes, a few sliding down her cheeks. Everything had been perfect lately.. hadn't it?

Ron couldn't even look at her. "I cheated on you.. a week or two ago. It was stupid, I had been drunk and having a bad day at work and now, she's pregnant."

I wanted to scream, cry, slap. I was pregnant too, but I couldn't tell him that now. His other child needed to be alive, and she feared if she spoke up, he might push to have one of them terminated or think he could only be in one of their lives, that were something she didn't want on her mind.

Words could seem to escape from her mouth so instead, she signed on all the spots marked with an X. She gave him no grief, didn't scream or slap, didn't hex him, nothing. Just gave him what he wanted because she loved him.

Sometimes doing things for those you love backfire on you. They can twist a story, spin it so you become the monster that no one knew you could be, even yourself. Picking up her wand, she fixed the mirror for the third time before smashing her hand against it again, breaking it once more. A shard came loose and her hand gripped it, sliding down on the wall with it in hand. She was determined.

Ron went out of his way to slander her name. No matter she was a war hero, no matter that she was the reason they all stayed alive so long, now she was nothing. When confronted, the red head simply told her that she needed to be out of his life completely and he thought the best way to get that was this way. He was the reason she had lost her job at the Ministry. He was the reason that no up-standing places would consider hiring her. People shunned her, they had believed him because he was now one of the best Auror's they had. How could he do this to her?

Each time she slid the shard down the lip of her wand, it would carve it close and close into the shape she wanted. Just like her choices, they shaped her into the way Ron had wanted her to be, didn't they? How long could you really blame your ex-husband for your own decisions? There was a fine line that somehow got blurred along the way. They had merged together and her reasoning behind her bad decisions was all Ron but were they all because of him or because she was lost?

"Push Miss Granger, push!" Hermione stubbornly shook her head. The pain was unbearable. "It's not time yet!" She stubborn screamed out as her traitorous body began to push. No matter how many times she chanted that over and over again, she pushed, tears flowing as the pain stopped. She had given birth to her daughter, prematurely due to stress. Ron had left her with nothing. He robbed her of everything possible, and now he robbed her of this. She watched as they reluctantly handed her the tiny bundle.

Something broke inside of her that day. There was no pain, just endless amounts of numbness. Staring down at her little one, she felt robbed of life. Anything good. She had to bury her daughter with the last of her money, but that was what a parent did, right? Put their child before themselves. No one was there for her. No one was there to comfort her, to lend a hand, to let her stay with them until she got on her feet. Ron not only robbed her of her marriage, her job, her daughter, but he had also taken the only other friend's she had; Harry and Ginny. Her parents didn't know who she was and any other classmates she was close with were gone, out doing their own thing.

She was utterly and truly, alone.

It didn't take long before the tip of her wand was sharp enough. Standing up, she set the shard back into place and then fixed it once again. Going to sit back in her original place, she leaned her head against the white wall. Everything was so white here at St. Mungo's, except herself. She was covered in cuts, bruises and a layer of disgust that she couldn't seem to wash herself of. Her body hurt, everywhere. She had deserved it though, right? You couldn't do unspeakable, sexual things for people for money and not end up getting raped, right? That just wasn't a thing, people were greedy.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch. I wasn't done with you." The man snarled at her, punching her. She flew backwards on the bed at the impact. Her heart hammered in her chest and suddenly she wished she had brought her wand with her to this. Taking the opportunity to overpower her, he used his own wand to tie her up to the bed where he began the beat her for trying to escape after the 'shitty blowjob' she had given him.

She wanted to cry, but she was so void of anything that no tears came. Undoing the silence charm she had put on her room, she pressed the tip of her want to her wrist, finding the vein was easy. Pressing it as deep as she could, she began the slow descent down her vein, watching as blood pooled out. The cut was ragged, but she didn't care.

"No one is going to want you when I'm done with you, Princess." His grin made her stomach churn as she struggled against the rope that was securing her to the bed. A scream erupted from her chest when he finally achieved what he wanted, cries and pleas escaped her but they fell on deaf ears. No matter how much she wriggled to try and break free, it seemed to make him pound harder, his disgusting pants and groans were overpowering her dying cries. By now she was full on sobbing as he pulled out to finish on her naked body.

There would be no more numbness anymore. She had nothing, no one. Who would even miss her? They would see her name in the paper and no one would feel sadness at the thought of her being gone. Oblivating herself just seem cruel, she had no one now and she really wouldn't have anyone then. There was no winning in that situation. If she died though, she could finally hold her baby again.

He had left her on the street. Blood was pooling out of the wound on her head just as some trickled down the inside of her thighs. When she woke up, she was in a room at St. Mungo's. Why? All she wanted was to be dead. Instead, she was here in a room being healed when all she wanted to do was welcome death like an old friend.

As the brunette neared the inner part of her arm, a scream erupted from her chest as she realized she might actually die like this. Dropping her wand, she vaguely felt hand on her and heard voices but her vision was blurry. Did she want to die? Yes, right? This was what she had wanted but there was a small sliver of her that made her scream for help at the damage she had done.

It wasn't long before her world went dark.