Disclaimer: I do not won Harry Potter.
[Thanks to emmy-bone-cat. Yes, my name is Julie, and I'm glad you like the story. Also thanks to o Hell o Kitty o. Yeah, she does have a mind like that at times. Glad you like the story. Thanks to: daleia. I know about the Pansy thing. We'll just hav eto live with that. Lol. And last but not least, thanks to hilde. That was one of the best reviews I ever had. Thanks for the support. I'm sorry about the Harry thing. You will just have to wait and see what happens. Love ya!]
Teenagers go through this stage in life where they wonder what their purpose is in life. I mean, we ARE just kids, after all. What good are we to the economy, the political stuff? We just take up space on sidewalks. Yes, at this moment there isn't much we can do.
But kids grow up. They grow up to be president, doctors, famous authors, kings, and police officers. But even the smallest jobs mean something. So what if you are just a plumber? Or so what if you are just a gardener?
Someone might need you so they can win the Best Looking Rose Garden award. Someone out there will need you in the future. It might not look that way now. But there will come a day.
So don't think you are not important. Don't just throw your life away like it's the morning paper.
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Hermione was pulling her hair out with her bare hands. Literally. She was crumpled in a heap on the floor, crying, rocking back and forth, and yanking her hair so hard that her scalp was bleeding.
"Hermione, stop it." Ron ordered, his voice not quite as strong and loud as he hoped it would sound. Hermione let out a scream and pulled more chunks of hair out, flinging them aside.
Ron knelt down beside her, his hands shaking as he tried to pull her hands away from her hair. She wouldn't let go.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Stop this, please!" His voice cracked away, and he gulped hard to keep from crying.
She screamed again, her whole body shaking, and pushed him away so hard that he toppled over. Ron sat there a minute, confused and hurt, and closed his eyes, hoping that all this would go away.
But when he opened them again, she was still there. The chunks missing from her brown curly hair, the claw marks on her face, the bleeding cuts on her wrists.
Ron had come earlier that day when he had heard from Pansy that Hermione was trying to kill herself.
"I can't make her put the razor down! She isn't stopping! Ron please, you have to talk to her!" Pansy had cried, grabbing at Ron's sleeve.
He had arrived just in time that morning. She was on the floor, gripping the razor tight in her hands, so tight. So tight that her knuckles were white like milk.
Ron had grabbed the razor away with such force that had even surprised him. Now they were on the floor together, and he was trying to get Hermione to calm down.
"Why did you do it, Herms? What's wrong?" He asked pleadingly, his voice weak and shaking. Hermione continued to groan and rock back and forth on her knees, not really acknowledging Ron's presence.
Ron made sure the razor was hidden away good in the mattress of her bed beside him where he had stuck it earlier, and he crawled closer.
"Just tell me why you even thought about doing something like this."
Just as he said that, Pansy walked in the dorm room, her eyes were red from having been crying downstairs. Ron had told her to stay downstairs until things got straightened out.
"Oh, thank God! You stopped her!" Pansy cried out, and rushed forward to Hermione. But Ron stuck his arm out to stop her.
"No, stay back. She isn't talking." Pansy stared at her friend, and gave up, sitting down in the floor beside Ron.
"She did it as soon as she found out." Pansy whispered, now staring at the chunks of brown hair in the floor at Hermione's side. Ron narrowed his eyes, as Hermione began to cry louder.
"Found out?" Pansy nodded sadly.
"As soon as she found out that Harry killed himself."
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[A/N: I was almost crying as I wrote this. This is one of the saddest chapters. Please review.]
[Thanks to emmy-bone-cat. Yes, my name is Julie, and I'm glad you like the story. Also thanks to o Hell o Kitty o. Yeah, she does have a mind like that at times. Glad you like the story. Thanks to: daleia. I know about the Pansy thing. We'll just hav eto live with that. Lol. And last but not least, thanks to hilde. That was one of the best reviews I ever had. Thanks for the support. I'm sorry about the Harry thing. You will just have to wait and see what happens. Love ya!]
Teenagers go through this stage in life where they wonder what their purpose is in life. I mean, we ARE just kids, after all. What good are we to the economy, the political stuff? We just take up space on sidewalks. Yes, at this moment there isn't much we can do.
But kids grow up. They grow up to be president, doctors, famous authors, kings, and police officers. But even the smallest jobs mean something. So what if you are just a plumber? Or so what if you are just a gardener?
Someone might need you so they can win the Best Looking Rose Garden award. Someone out there will need you in the future. It might not look that way now. But there will come a day.
So don't think you are not important. Don't just throw your life away like it's the morning paper.
*
Hermione was pulling her hair out with her bare hands. Literally. She was crumpled in a heap on the floor, crying, rocking back and forth, and yanking her hair so hard that her scalp was bleeding.
"Hermione, stop it." Ron ordered, his voice not quite as strong and loud as he hoped it would sound. Hermione let out a scream and pulled more chunks of hair out, flinging them aside.
Ron knelt down beside her, his hands shaking as he tried to pull her hands away from her hair. She wouldn't let go.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Stop this, please!" His voice cracked away, and he gulped hard to keep from crying.
She screamed again, her whole body shaking, and pushed him away so hard that he toppled over. Ron sat there a minute, confused and hurt, and closed his eyes, hoping that all this would go away.
But when he opened them again, she was still there. The chunks missing from her brown curly hair, the claw marks on her face, the bleeding cuts on her wrists.
Ron had come earlier that day when he had heard from Pansy that Hermione was trying to kill herself.
"I can't make her put the razor down! She isn't stopping! Ron please, you have to talk to her!" Pansy had cried, grabbing at Ron's sleeve.
He had arrived just in time that morning. She was on the floor, gripping the razor tight in her hands, so tight. So tight that her knuckles were white like milk.
Ron had grabbed the razor away with such force that had even surprised him. Now they were on the floor together, and he was trying to get Hermione to calm down.
"Why did you do it, Herms? What's wrong?" He asked pleadingly, his voice weak and shaking. Hermione continued to groan and rock back and forth on her knees, not really acknowledging Ron's presence.
Ron made sure the razor was hidden away good in the mattress of her bed beside him where he had stuck it earlier, and he crawled closer.
"Just tell me why you even thought about doing something like this."
Just as he said that, Pansy walked in the dorm room, her eyes were red from having been crying downstairs. Ron had told her to stay downstairs until things got straightened out.
"Oh, thank God! You stopped her!" Pansy cried out, and rushed forward to Hermione. But Ron stuck his arm out to stop her.
"No, stay back. She isn't talking." Pansy stared at her friend, and gave up, sitting down in the floor beside Ron.
"She did it as soon as she found out." Pansy whispered, now staring at the chunks of brown hair in the floor at Hermione's side. Ron narrowed his eyes, as Hermione began to cry louder.
"Found out?" Pansy nodded sadly.
"As soon as she found out that Harry killed himself."
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[A/N: I was almost crying as I wrote this. This is one of the saddest chapters. Please review.]