Chapter Two
*Flashback*
Hermione is going to the school kitchens. She enters, seeing a house elf.
"Dobby, can you please get me a knife? A sharp one. Thank you," Hermione asks.
"Yes, Miss!" Dobby runs off to get a knife.
"Here, miss!" Dobby says, handing Hermione the knife.
"Thank you."
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Hermione's slit wrists were blood red.
"Shit." she muttered when she realized that it had dripped on the floor. She laid on her bed. Her blanket was a dark red, almost scarlet. She started thinking about her love interest, Viktor. She found it almost unbelievable that Viktor hadn't given in to the veela, Fleur Delacour. She remembered the tri-wizard tournament, and how Cedric Diggory had died.
She sighed.
"Objection….don't wanna be the exception.." sang Shakira. She glared at the radio. How could Shakira know what she was feeling? She turned it off. A flood of thoughts attacked her brain.
"Herm, Herm! Is it true you're going out with Harry?" asked Colin Creevey. Nasty little bugger.
"Hermione!" said Ron, Harry, Padma, Parvati, Katie, Neville, Colin, George, Fred, Ginny, Draco, Pansy, Goyle, Crabbe, Hannah and Justin in her thoughts. She tried to stab at them with her knife.
"No, no Hermione! Don't let them get the best of you," she scolded herself for her hallucinations. She hoped nobody would come in. She wanted to spend at least 5 minutes alone, pondering why she was suicidal.
"Reason number one," she said.
"Shit happens."
"Two."
"I just am. Leave me alone,"
She sighed and got up. She walked to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Hi Myrtle," Hermione said. Myrtle and Hermione were friends now.
"…Why are you here? Is the Chamber of Secrets opened again..?"
"No! Of course not!" Hermione looked exasperated.
"Oh..then why?"
"Because I wanted you to see me commit my suicide." she smiled. She held the knife in her hand. It got closer and closer to her heart..closer..closer..Hermione Granger was dead.
*Flashback*
Hermione is going to the school kitchens. She enters, seeing a house elf.
"Dobby, can you please get me a knife? A sharp one. Thank you," Hermione asks.
"Yes, Miss!" Dobby runs off to get a knife.
"Here, miss!" Dobby says, handing Hermione the knife.
"Thank you."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione's slit wrists were blood red.
"Shit." she muttered when she realized that it had dripped on the floor. She laid on her bed. Her blanket was a dark red, almost scarlet. She started thinking about her love interest, Viktor. She found it almost unbelievable that Viktor hadn't given in to the veela, Fleur Delacour. She remembered the tri-wizard tournament, and how Cedric Diggory had died.
She sighed.
"Objection….don't wanna be the exception.." sang Shakira. She glared at the radio. How could Shakira know what she was feeling? She turned it off. A flood of thoughts attacked her brain.
"Herm, Herm! Is it true you're going out with Harry?" asked Colin Creevey. Nasty little bugger.
"Hermione!" said Ron, Harry, Padma, Parvati, Katie, Neville, Colin, George, Fred, Ginny, Draco, Pansy, Goyle, Crabbe, Hannah and Justin in her thoughts. She tried to stab at them with her knife.
"No, no Hermione! Don't let them get the best of you," she scolded herself for her hallucinations. She hoped nobody would come in. She wanted to spend at least 5 minutes alone, pondering why she was suicidal.
"Reason number one," she said.
"Shit happens."
"Two."
"I just am. Leave me alone,"
She sighed and got up. She walked to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Hi Myrtle," Hermione said. Myrtle and Hermione were friends now.
"…Why are you here? Is the Chamber of Secrets opened again..?"
"No! Of course not!" Hermione looked exasperated.
"Oh..then why?"
"Because I wanted you to see me commit my suicide." she smiled. She held the knife in her hand. It got closer and closer to her heart..closer..closer..Hermione Granger was dead.