(A/N: Ahhhhhh!!!! Sorrie guys if you read this story already, but I just couldn't stand it so I kind of revise it hehe. But i only made a few changes. Promise Scout's honor. BTW I just read the best HP fan fic. This girl who wrote it really think things through. Ne hoo. Just read. O and totally FYI I not too good with my English or spelling bare with me. Please. Thanks. :-) )
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling's Characters and my story.
Prologue
She read all the books and knew all the stories. But she laughed at them. Laughed cynically at the stories, where the dumb person regretted it. She knew she wouldn't, wouldn't regret it at all. She has nothing to regret.
It's today. Today she would have enough courage to do it. To do what she had plan for a long time. She reached for the golden dragon statuette on the plain wooden table next to her bed. With the flick of its tail a silver blade escape from the bottom of it. She stared at the blade with inquiring eyes. Will it work? Is it sharp enough? It didn't matter. She was going to do it. Months she has been trying, but she is finally ready today. She can feel it.
She pulled back her sleeve revealing her left hand wrist to see her veins clearly. She stare transfix at it for a moment. With her right hand she held the blade. It seemed to some how gleam in the dim room. The book had told her to do it quickly without regret. She studied her wrist again to be sure where to cut. Saw the bold blue veins screaming to be cut.
Swipe. She did it. She watched as the deep red blood poured out of the cut. With steady fingers she touched the blood. Warm, her fluid of life was astoundingly warm. She made no attempt to stop the flow of blood. She just stared and watched. The blood poured out faster and faster by the seconds. Soon, there was a big puddle of red liquid.
What was that? A wicked smile? It appeared on her face. A smirk. She was enjoying the pain welcoming death.
From the far end of the room the door opened slightly. The outside light poured in through the opened door. The light stabbed her eyes harder than the knife ever could.
'O no! Please let it be too late' begged the girl. 'Fate will not tease me so.'
A womanly figure rushed to the girl's side. She kneeled next to the bed and trying to shake the girl awake.
"O my Merlin! Please! Please wake up!" the figure screamed. Fear in her voice.
The girl didn't answer. She couldn't answer. She was just lying on the bed, too intoxicated by the pain to answer. The sandman was calling softly to her "Join me for eternity."
"By the magic of Merlin she is awake!" said the excited woman. The woman had never felt so happy about anything in her life than this moment.
"She just needed a little rest that's all," replied man who was also relieve by this turn of event.
"O, I got to go stew some chicken soup this instance for her to eat!" exclaimed the woman. She was so scare the girl died. Deadly scare. The woman shuttered at the thought.
The girl's head was pounding. Her whole body ache. At first she thought she was in heaven. The happy faces looking at her encourage the illusion.
'Heaven? I'm in Heaven. It could not be possible. Can it?' thought the girl. She smiled and played with the idea of her being in heaven, but then she heard familiar voices. Damn. Fate did play a cruel joke on her. She was so close. So close. 'God, now she knew why those people regretted it' she thought as she allowed the pain to wash her over. They survived. How stupid was she?! She should have waited till they all left the house. Bloodly hell. Some one always seem to be around. No, no don't think any more she thought. She was too tired. She needs sleep. Sleep.
The man got up from the bed and left the girl to get a little rest. He had been tending her for quite a while now. Of course now he would never be too far from her. He was scared for her. They were all scare. Scare that she would attempt such a dangerous act once more.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling's Characters and my story.
Prologue
She read all the books and knew all the stories. But she laughed at them. Laughed cynically at the stories, where the dumb person regretted it. She knew she wouldn't, wouldn't regret it at all. She has nothing to regret.
It's today. Today she would have enough courage to do it. To do what she had plan for a long time. She reached for the golden dragon statuette on the plain wooden table next to her bed. With the flick of its tail a silver blade escape from the bottom of it. She stared at the blade with inquiring eyes. Will it work? Is it sharp enough? It didn't matter. She was going to do it. Months she has been trying, but she is finally ready today. She can feel it.
She pulled back her sleeve revealing her left hand wrist to see her veins clearly. She stare transfix at it for a moment. With her right hand she held the blade. It seemed to some how gleam in the dim room. The book had told her to do it quickly without regret. She studied her wrist again to be sure where to cut. Saw the bold blue veins screaming to be cut.
Swipe. She did it. She watched as the deep red blood poured out of the cut. With steady fingers she touched the blood. Warm, her fluid of life was astoundingly warm. She made no attempt to stop the flow of blood. She just stared and watched. The blood poured out faster and faster by the seconds. Soon, there was a big puddle of red liquid.
What was that? A wicked smile? It appeared on her face. A smirk. She was enjoying the pain welcoming death.
From the far end of the room the door opened slightly. The outside light poured in through the opened door. The light stabbed her eyes harder than the knife ever could.
'O no! Please let it be too late' begged the girl. 'Fate will not tease me so.'
A womanly figure rushed to the girl's side. She kneeled next to the bed and trying to shake the girl awake.
"O my Merlin! Please! Please wake up!" the figure screamed. Fear in her voice.
The girl didn't answer. She couldn't answer. She was just lying on the bed, too intoxicated by the pain to answer. The sandman was calling softly to her "Join me for eternity."
"By the magic of Merlin she is awake!" said the excited woman. The woman had never felt so happy about anything in her life than this moment.
"She just needed a little rest that's all," replied man who was also relieve by this turn of event.
"O, I got to go stew some chicken soup this instance for her to eat!" exclaimed the woman. She was so scare the girl died. Deadly scare. The woman shuttered at the thought.
The girl's head was pounding. Her whole body ache. At first she thought she was in heaven. The happy faces looking at her encourage the illusion.
'Heaven? I'm in Heaven. It could not be possible. Can it?' thought the girl. She smiled and played with the idea of her being in heaven, but then she heard familiar voices. Damn. Fate did play a cruel joke on her. She was so close. So close. 'God, now she knew why those people regretted it' she thought as she allowed the pain to wash her over. They survived. How stupid was she?! She should have waited till they all left the house. Bloodly hell. Some one always seem to be around. No, no don't think any more she thought. She was too tired. She needs sleep. Sleep.
The man got up from the bed and left the girl to get a little rest. He had been tending her for quite a while now. Of course now he would never be too far from her. He was scared for her. They were all scare. Scare that she would attempt such a dangerous act once more.
