She grabbed the sharpest thing in sight and slashed it across her veins that showed lightly through her pale skin. Red beads came to surface, spilling over the relief came and...and...
Hermione looked up and listened. Everything seemed to have calmed in the house. She glanced at her clock, the red numbers glared at her: 8:38. Hermione jumped up and walked to her door, parted it slightly, and looked down the long hallway towards her mom and Jeff's room. The door crack showed the slight glow flickering from the television that illuminated their room throughout the dark night. Her mother had changed her sleeping habits once she met Jeff, and they both went to bed quite early in the night. Hermione glanced at her brother's door which was shut, and she knew he too must have fallen asleep.
She quietly creaked the bathroom door open and examined herself in the mirror. She stood there not knowing how much time passed, just looking at the new bruises that were forming on her arm after falling earlier. So many supposed accidents lately...why hadn't her friends noticed? She pondered over it for a few, but quickly shook the thoughts from her head, stripped and stepped into the shower. The water dripped off of her, and she willed it to take the pain with it to let the anguish wash off of her. But it didn't—the water couldn't take away anything with it anymore. Hermione reached for her razor and brought it up to her arm. She closed her eyes as she ran the thin silver blade across her wrist, it dug in like a cat digging it's claws into your skin. She sighed as the relief came, blood dripped down across the tile, down the drain, her pain temporarily going with it.
Hermione finished her shower and quickly pulled on pajama pants and a t- shirt. Towel over her head, she quietly walked downstairs and flipped on the television. Hermione browsed through the channels lazily, and settled on a Lifetime movie, Stinging Secrets. It was your typical Lifetime movie, a girl trying to overcome her problems, in this case, depression, it ended suddenly, with the girl overdosing.
Hermione switched off the t.v. and walked upstairs to the linen closet, and looked through the top shelf. Slowly, she took two of every pill in her hand, and headed back downstairs. She sat in the middle of the dark kitchen and slowly took all of the pills—12 total. Hermione didn't really know what she was doing, she just decided it was something new to try, a new way to end the pain.
After taking the drugs Hermione went back up to her room, and closed the door. She stood leaning against the door with her eyes shut for a few minutes, wondering what she had just done. Slowly she sat down at her desk and went back to work on her story.
She grabbed the sharpest thing in sight and slid it across her veins that showed faintly through her pale skin. Red beads came to surface, spilling over the relief came, the way a summer storm quickly comes in over a valley, spreading relief throughout her body. This was the definition of peace, she knew it in every way. It was her only relief, the only way she could go on, nobody understood...
Hermione's mind went blank, and she sat down on her bed, a strange feeling came across her. For the first time she could ever remember, she felt completely empty.
It was pure bliss.