A Cry For Help- Chapter Four
... but it is definitly close enough. Hmm... I won't tell her I think I know just yet... if she asks me then I'll tell her. Year that is good....
Dear Diary,
Today is the thirty-first of August. Tomorrow, the first of September, is when I go back to Hogwarts. It is my last and final year at Hogwarts and I am Head Girl. That is good... isn't it? Maybe it being our last year is good for my best friends, but not me.
I can't go back home.
Well, I am feeling happy and miserable about school tomorrow. I am happy because I can get away from my parents for a great hole year. But where will I go after graduation? What will I do after graduation?
Surely, I am not going back to my place after Hogwarts. They think they are so smart and that they are the smartest people on Earth. Whenever I say something they think is wrong, but I know is right, I get hit by them. If I talk back they hit me harder than before.
Deep, deep down inside I believe they are good, when they aren't hitting and beating me.
I use a spell to hide the bruises, or make them invisible, but it doesn't meen they aren't there. They are still there and hurt like hell. (Yes, I, Hermione A. Granger, used hell!) I do it so other people can't see them and then take pity on me.
I hate it when people take pity on me. I don't know why really, I just don't like it. Maybe it is because other people have it worse than me. Take Harry, his aunt and uncle yell at him for no reason and they don't feed him for a week. Although, Ron sends him a cake for his birthday every summer, so he probably stashes it away and eats it whenever he wants. See, he is someone who has it just a little worse than me.
Right now, I am listening to my CD walkman and radio, it is a muggle device that you listen to music with. There is this really good song by a muggle rock band by the name of Linkin Park. It goes like this:
I wanna run away
Never say good-bye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
The running away part suits me well, I think. I just want to get away from them, those horrible and cruel people that I call my parents. My father takes more advantage of me than my mother. My mother hits me, but my father takes it further. My mother just watches and laughs her weird, shrill laugh as he takes advantage of me. Her laugh haunts me in my dreams-He...He...He...hiccup...He...He...He...-to most people that laugh is funny, but not to me. I hear it every night as I close my eyes and everything starts coming back to me. Everynight I have nightmares and wake up sweating and out of breath because of them...
"Hermione, what are you writing?" Hermione heard Ginny ask her.
I'll write more soon.
-Hermione
P.S.- I take back what I said earlier... they are not good.
Hmm... I guess Harry was right... will he tell her that he knows? Find out in chapter five!(maybe-again)
A.N-Review Please! Sadly no one reviewed on chapter three... well I hoped you liked this chapter!
Some of you have been asking to make the chapters longer. Here is the deal if I make shorter chapters I can post them quicker. If I write longer chapters you probably won't get them for a week to two weeks at most. So if you want chapters faster Please let me make them on the shorter side!