Pt. 5
Hermoine opened the box slowly and drew out a large shiny knife. It wasn't an ordinary one, this one had a clunky handle and blades that curved out into three. The part on the furthest left was an oddly shaped `S' and the one in the middle slanted a bit along with it. The last part, however, curved towards the middle and ended the opposite way of the others.
Tears strolled down her face as she examined the dagger over and over again. It was a piece of art she obliviously had a fondness for, but never used it. It was too clean for her to had made a cut before. I noticed a piece of paper stripped on to the end of the handle- "Only for an emergency." It was sent to her, sent to her to ease her pain.
My mind can't comprehend all this. Perfect Granger? Depressed? Playing with knives? Treating herself like the dirt I once thought she was? Believe me, I want to celebrate this moment. But I can't.
I've changed since two weeks ago when I dumped acid all over her robes. Certain events pushed me to the edge of suicide and when my death wish became reality I regretted it. The look on my Pansy's face made everything I was feeling seem silly. I let her down and she's paying the price. She's alone.
I'm thrust back into the Gryffindor Girls Dorm by the smell of blood. Granger's not in front of me anymore, all that's left is an empty box. I jerked my head behind me and there was nothing as well. A sudden chill came over me as I hesitantly focused my head to the side.
There was Hermoine, looking down at what she once was.
A/N: Reviews people!
Hermoine opened the box slowly and drew out a large shiny knife. It wasn't an ordinary one, this one had a clunky handle and blades that curved out into three. The part on the furthest left was an oddly shaped `S' and the one in the middle slanted a bit along with it. The last part, however, curved towards the middle and ended the opposite way of the others.
Tears strolled down her face as she examined the dagger over and over again. It was a piece of art she obliviously had a fondness for, but never used it. It was too clean for her to had made a cut before. I noticed a piece of paper stripped on to the end of the handle- "Only for an emergency." It was sent to her, sent to her to ease her pain.
My mind can't comprehend all this. Perfect Granger? Depressed? Playing with knives? Treating herself like the dirt I once thought she was? Believe me, I want to celebrate this moment. But I can't.
I've changed since two weeks ago when I dumped acid all over her robes. Certain events pushed me to the edge of suicide and when my death wish became reality I regretted it. The look on my Pansy's face made everything I was feeling seem silly. I let her down and she's paying the price. She's alone.
I'm thrust back into the Gryffindor Girls Dorm by the smell of blood. Granger's not in front of me anymore, all that's left is an empty box. I jerked my head behind me and there was nothing as well. A sudden chill came over me as I hesitantly focused my head to the side.
There was Hermoine, looking down at what she once was.
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