Lily came out of the hospital the next day, filled with a feeling of utter
hopelessness and depression. To put it simply, she just didn't care
anymore. She decided to do it. Her life was a big comic joke anyway; she
didn't even have a reason to live anymore. She was sure the only reason
that James went to look for her yesterday was because he just realized that
she was head girl and didn't want to get his friends into trouble.
'Friends.' She sighed, 'What a precious thing.'
Fortunately for her that day wasn't a school day, so she had plenty of time to clean up and prepare. The first thing she did was pack her trunk and write a note, a farewell note to James and one more for Dumbledore. She left one for James as he was the only one who cared even a little to look in on her and was Head Boy.
She took a walk around Hogwarts before going to the Head bathroom. She doubted very much James would go there knowing he would much rather to use the Gryffindor common bathroom and talk to his friends. She would be alone and undisturbed, just the way she wanted it. Taking a small switchblade from her trunk, it was small really small, but very sharp. She normally used it to sharpen her pencils or charcoal sticks for drawing, but she was going to use it for a different purpose that day.
Walking into the bathroom, she washed her wrists under freezing cold water. Lily looked at the reflection in the mirror and let out a small laugh, "Who cares anymore." It wasn't a question, it was a statement and it reflected indifference and a heck care attitude after many many unwanted and painful experiences.
With surgical precision and accuracy, she cut deep into her left wrist, then her right, sinking down in a corner of the bath room, she lay there. Waiting for the sweet darkness to overtake her. And it did.
James was laughing with his friends in the Gryffindor common room; they were discussing their latest prank against the Slytherins. Suddenly, he felt a need to go to the bathroom, he looked at the Gryffindor male one, and it was full, so he ran to the Head one, as it was a certainty that it would be empty.
Slamming the door open, nothing in the world could have prepared him for the sight that he was going to see. He looked at the figure slumped in the corner with shock, her red hair hanging over her face, sitting in a pool of blood, her own blood. That figure shocked his soul to the core; he was generally a happy person, cheerful and lived day-by-day. To see such a thing shocked his soul.
Fangboy----sorry about the short chapters but I'm really stressed out lately and with school and stuff, so I may not be able to update for a while. At least I updated right?
Fortunately for her that day wasn't a school day, so she had plenty of time to clean up and prepare. The first thing she did was pack her trunk and write a note, a farewell note to James and one more for Dumbledore. She left one for James as he was the only one who cared even a little to look in on her and was Head Boy.
She took a walk around Hogwarts before going to the Head bathroom. She doubted very much James would go there knowing he would much rather to use the Gryffindor common bathroom and talk to his friends. She would be alone and undisturbed, just the way she wanted it. Taking a small switchblade from her trunk, it was small really small, but very sharp. She normally used it to sharpen her pencils or charcoal sticks for drawing, but she was going to use it for a different purpose that day.
Walking into the bathroom, she washed her wrists under freezing cold water. Lily looked at the reflection in the mirror and let out a small laugh, "Who cares anymore." It wasn't a question, it was a statement and it reflected indifference and a heck care attitude after many many unwanted and painful experiences.
With surgical precision and accuracy, she cut deep into her left wrist, then her right, sinking down in a corner of the bath room, she lay there. Waiting for the sweet darkness to overtake her. And it did.
James was laughing with his friends in the Gryffindor common room; they were discussing their latest prank against the Slytherins. Suddenly, he felt a need to go to the bathroom, he looked at the Gryffindor male one, and it was full, so he ran to the Head one, as it was a certainty that it would be empty.
Slamming the door open, nothing in the world could have prepared him for the sight that he was going to see. He looked at the figure slumped in the corner with shock, her red hair hanging over her face, sitting in a pool of blood, her own blood. That figure shocked his soul to the core; he was generally a happy person, cheerful and lived day-by-day. To see such a thing shocked his soul.
Fangboy----sorry about the short chapters but I'm really stressed out lately and with school and stuff, so I may not be able to update for a while. At least I updated right?