Prologue
I gazed out the window, wondering why I hurt so much. Then I thought of him and tears formed in the corner of my eye. Him. The love of my life. Or so I thought. I was so angry, so bitter. I gave myself to him, only to find out that I was only a bet. A BET! How could he do this to me? I really thought he loved me. Ah, but I was so naïve.
I watched the blood drip from my wrists, welcoming the pain that it brought. It almost made me feel better. Almost. Not quite. But it still brought some release to the pain.
"Ariana? I saw you run down the corridor upset. You ok?" Always the caring friend, that's what Hermione Granger was. I smiled, almost wickedly, at her. Then she caught a look at my arm with the blood dripping down it. "Oh, my God! We have to get you to Madam Pomfrey!"
I looked at her, my pain evident. "No, we aren't going to her. I'm not going to die. It's just one little cut. Get over it!" With that I got up and ran, though I felt weak.
I kept running, running away from Hermione and her concerned eyes. I didn't understand why she cared. Obviously I wasn't worth much. If I was, Blaise wouldn't have done that to me. So who cares?
I found my way to the gardens. To my secret spot. The spot that no one knew of. Well, no one except Him. Damn him! The tears filled my eyes again. Was I a damn river? I kicked the bench, screaming, "I HATE HIM!"
Then I saw it. The knife. It looked so beautiful in the moonlight. I walked over to it and picked it up. It looked like a work of art. Then I knew what I must do. I must use it to end my pain. I looked around the garden, the sacred spot I shared with him. 'I must rid myself of him,' I thought. I took the knife and began to slash my wrists and my arms. I began to feel light-headed as the blood left my body. I smiled. I began to feel better. Then I fell, my vision beginning to go. Soon all I saw was black
I gazed out the window, wondering why I hurt so much. Then I thought of him and tears formed in the corner of my eye. Him. The love of my life. Or so I thought. I was so angry, so bitter. I gave myself to him, only to find out that I was only a bet. A BET! How could he do this to me? I really thought he loved me. Ah, but I was so naïve.
I watched the blood drip from my wrists, welcoming the pain that it brought. It almost made me feel better. Almost. Not quite. But it still brought some release to the pain.
"Ariana? I saw you run down the corridor upset. You ok?" Always the caring friend, that's what Hermione Granger was. I smiled, almost wickedly, at her. Then she caught a look at my arm with the blood dripping down it. "Oh, my God! We have to get you to Madam Pomfrey!"
I looked at her, my pain evident. "No, we aren't going to her. I'm not going to die. It's just one little cut. Get over it!" With that I got up and ran, though I felt weak.
I kept running, running away from Hermione and her concerned eyes. I didn't understand why she cared. Obviously I wasn't worth much. If I was, Blaise wouldn't have done that to me. So who cares?
I found my way to the gardens. To my secret spot. The spot that no one knew of. Well, no one except Him. Damn him! The tears filled my eyes again. Was I a damn river? I kicked the bench, screaming, "I HATE HIM!"
Then I saw it. The knife. It looked so beautiful in the moonlight. I walked over to it and picked it up. It looked like a work of art. Then I knew what I must do. I must use it to end my pain. I looked around the garden, the sacred spot I shared with him. 'I must rid myself of him,' I thought. I took the knife and began to slash my wrists and my arms. I began to feel light-headed as the blood left my body. I smiled. I began to feel better. Then I fell, my vision beginning to go. Soon all I saw was black