Surrounded By Alone
A/N: Hello me again. I have the biggest idea for about 5 seconds and I am going to write it on this. It's most likely because I feel like this right now. This will continue unlike my other fic's that have never made it past the 1st chapter. But this time it will happen I promise!
Summary: When you can't handle life and stupidity finds it's way to your brain, suicide is your past present and future. D/Hr. R&R!
Disclaimer: I am a girl who only wishes to be as great as J.K. Rowling. But to my dismay I am not as good as her and only wishes to be. So in this case there is no way I could have written all now 6 Harry Potter books.
Chapter 1: Discovering the Red
My life is just nothing. Everything worked, for my life is just a thing and my emotions are nothing upon that. I can never be alive because I have discovered the cruelest adventures ever. You will never know the true feeling and understanding. No one ever does. They don't understand to feel this overcomes everything bad and wrong ever done, but isn't this wrong. I am doing a wrong with a wrong. Isn't this a frowned upon thing? Figure's, I Hermione Granger would discover this, all on my own and no one else helping. Just the taste of cutting without even doing is a wonder beyond all. Just thinking of this red liquid stored within my body is finally being released after threatening to explode out.
You wonder why this has started. You may think I am the happiest ever, but I am not. Just being I am one of Harry Potter's best friends and having high grades isn't the most wonderful thing. Home life is the worst and it scars me through out school. Studying was my first escape that's why I had high grades. No one knows about what happens behind the closed doors of the Granger's house. Only my mother, dad, and me knew. I hate it really; father's the worst, worst of all.
My father had been abusing me since I was 10. I started to do weird things (magic) then and he noticed. No one ever knew that his stepsister was a witch; they didn't have the same last name, so no one knew. It's horrible when father abuses me it's more wrong then my worst. This is why I started, my second and favorite way out. It was my only escape that worked and made my mind real and the reality just a dream for a little while.
I had been in my bathroom. I was Head Girl this year and you can only guess who was Head Boy. Yes of coarse Draco Malfoy. I despised that man, if you could even call him that. He was so nasty to me, he just reminded me of all the terrible things I have done, and well what my father accuses me of. Mudblood, that word, I hate it beyond all. Uhhhhh… his heart is so rotten and he has no soul. Anyone that mean cannot have a soul. He's just like his father and always will be. Draco Malfoy was just a wannabe death eater. He was You Know Who's biggest fan. Just thinking of Malfoy made my feet travel to my bureau drawer and pull out the very familiar object. I had to escape and now was the time. I had to before it did it on it's own.
Crabbe and Goyle were huge blobs and useless. Pansy could be called smarter then them and that was a compliment.
I retreated back to the Head's common room; the Slytherin's was too crowded and nosy.
I walked back into my room. I decided that I should take a shower. The dungeons get extremely dusty anymore never staying clean for my likening. I grabbed my towel and my robe and made my way to the bathroom. I knocked on the door because the Head's had to share a bathroom.
He knocked twice to make sure. The last thing he wanted to do was walk in on Granger taking a shower. So he walked in no one responded obviously no one was in there, but was there?
I took the so similar object and made my way to the bathroom. My blood, I could feel it, running through every vein in my body getting faster and more pressure just waiting to escape.
Not remembering to lock Malfoy's door she ran to the shower stall. Not stepping in because it was taking to long already and all she wanted to do is make her mind clear and everything around her ok. So she just sat by it on the white tiled floor with her back to the crystal glass doors for the shower stall. She rolled up her sleeve and took the sharp object out of her pocket. After an hours so time she thought but only actually a 5 minute time period, she took the razor and pressed it against her skin. Her beautiful red blood leaked out of her body. This time she went a little to far with pressure, and then the world circled around her and she dozed into a dream of blackness.
I had walked into the bathroom nothing unusual was in there (he thought). I waked over to the mirror but when he looked into the mirror his vision was not caught on himself (that's a first) but at then shower stall parallel to the mirror. There sat Hermione Granger
On the floor sprawled out on the floor with red stuff leaking out of her. 'Blood' he thought.
He ran over to her and gasped and whispered "Hermione…" and saying her name for the first time with concern.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Please review!!!! Sorry for it being short I promise the next chapter will be longer! Just review the sooner you review the sooner the next chapter will be out. Now hurry up you'll get a cookie!