Finding Light in the Darkness

by Herochick007

Hermione is not the same after the war. She married Ron, Harry's run off to be a hermit, and nothing feels the same as it once was. Will a chance encounter help her find the light she's missing? Warning: Depression! And sexual themes.

15. Chapter 15

A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.

WARNING: This chapter contains self-harm, suicidal thoughts, mentions of depressive thoughts.

She pressed the glass harder against her skin, reveling in the pain it caused as it sliced her skin. Slowly the skin split and started to bleed. She watched as the blood beaded up, running down her arm. She leaned against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. She pressed her fingertips against it.

Drawing them back, she stared at the redness of her blood. She wasn't sure why the sight of blood made her start crying, why the pain wasn't enough to make everything go away. She wanted it to all go away. She realized she didn't want to die, she knew that somewhere in her heart. All she wanted was for it all to go away, to feel something other than the ache in her chest, the screaming thoughts in head.

Tears started pouring from her eyes again making her head hurt worse. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to make the pain lessen. She ran her fingers back over the cut, the pain of the split skin pulling all her thoughts from her head. There was no heartbreak, there was no disappointment, there was no hope, no sadness.

There was only pain now, pain that would sustain her for now. She stood, swaying slightly, she hadn't realized just how much blood had poured from the cut on her arm. She glanced at the floor. The blood had pooled slightly. Hermione debated banishing it before it stained the floor. Ron would be so mad if she let it stain, if he noticed.

"Fuck him!" she muttered. "Let the blood stain, maybe then he'll remember me. He hasn't even come looking for me," she added realizing she'd been home for at least an hour and Ron had yet to show up. She wondered if he even realized she'd left the stupid party.

She took a few steps, the room spinning as she walked. Her fingertips found the cut on her arm again. The bleeding had stopped. She ran her fingernails over the cut, breaking the seal. The blood dripped down her arm. She staggered to the bedroom and fell face first onto the bed.