Cut my life into pieces

WARNING: depressing content!!!!

Hermione looked down at her quivering hands, he's gone. Harry's dead. You- know-who finally killed him and the fact that she. Her thoughts trailed off into a shaking desperate cry of sorrow, Her body was shaking uncontrollably. She clenched her legs and pinned them to her chest shaking and rocking. Her mouth was wide and crying out for him in almost silent moans, her face was stained with red streaks of tears. The pain in her heart was so immense, she needed something to ease this horrible feeling, anything. Hermione hated the thought of crawling back to.him, but that was the only way to get into control. She could get something for the pain, he'll give it to her, but at what price? She gasped and choked on her own sobs, scratching her arms to dampen the pain, nothing helped. Finally she crawled over from the bed and scrambled across the floor. Her legs felt as heavy as lead and the knot in her stomach was tightening, she needed to ease the pain. She stumbled out into the dark dusty corridor, her eyes were puffy and red, she was almost blind with pain and despair. Suddenly Hermione heard a soft slithering sound behind her, clenching her fists together she stood up, her head spinning and legs almost collapsing. He may of killed Harry, but she was not going to give in to the evil force that had her stringing along, begging for more of that pain easing drug. It had turned her into something that she didn't even wish to speak of, but she still had a conscience, but she wanted to ease the pain so much. The noise came closer and closer, he was calling her. Hermione want so badly to just give in, get the pain to go away again, but Harry would never come back in reality, so why pretend. All she wanted to do was end her life, let her soul run from his evil clasp. She breathed in a shaky breath, the was one way to end this. Hermione looked down at her skinny wrists, one way.

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