Chapter 4

It had been a week since Hermione first saw her best "girl friend", Ginny, cut open her own arm.

She was so angry with the other girl. She had barely talked to anyone since. She was very worried and

scared for her. She had no clue of how to help her. For the past week Hermione spent almost every moment

by herself trying to find a way to help Ginny or she would just sit alone crying at the fact Ginny could

actually do this to herself.

The next morning when Ginny woke up she heard loud foot steps in the room. Her eyes fluttered

opened. She saw Hermione pacing back and forth. Hermione had her hands behind her back, her head

faced the floor, and her eyebrows crinkled in frustration. "Mione, you ok?" Hermione looked at Ginny and

walked out of the room while talking in a small whisper, "I can't do this. Not right now." Ginny sat on her

bed and stared at the door. "What the hell was that all about?" she asked herself.

Hermione walked through the house like a zombie. All she could think of were the cuts she had

seen her friend carve into her arm. Hermione made her way outside under the same tree she had seen Ginny

under the past few nights. As she laid against the tree she thought about all she had seen the younger girl

do to herself. Pictures of her friend running a blade across certain spots of her body. Shiny tear drops

leaking from the redheads blue eyes. And the blood. The blood that poured from the self inflicted wounds.

The pictures wouldn't stop. No matter how hard she tried.

Tears of sadness, loss, and emotional pain began to stream down Hermione's cheeks. I have to

show her. I have to make her see how much it hurts to watch her do that. I have to help her, thought

Hermione. "There's only one way to get through to her. I have to make her see." Hermione stood up and

viscously wiped the tears from her eyes.

Ginny was laying on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Her thoughts running through her mind,

What's wrong with Hermione? Why is she acting like this? Is she mad at me? If she is, then for what?

Ginny let a deep breathe escape from her lungs, "I cant handle the shit, not now."

The teenage girl made her way through the house not noticing anyone or anything she passed. Hermione just had one thought occupying her mind, I have to help and make her see. as Hermione made

her way into the bathroom she began searching. She looked through drawers, cabinets, and shelves. About

half way threw her search she found it. Hermione pulled out a small box. As she opened the box she saw the

shiny razor blades. She took one and began examining it. The older girl too a deep breath and spoke in a

soft whisper to herself, "I have to do this. I have to show her. I have to make her see." Hermione left the

bathroom with the razor held loosely in the palm of her hand. After she made her way up a few slights of

stairs Hermione came to the door way of Ginny's room.

Authors Note

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