He paced the room and watched her slip into another fitful sleep. How long
would she be like this? How long could he possibly hide her? He balled a
fist and smashed a mirror, only to let it fall to the ground with a crash.
That was smart, he sneered at himself looking at his bloody hand. She
started to shake again, and he quickly remembered she was only wearing a
sheet. He decided that she would probably sleep for a few more hours, so
he could go and get some things, like clothes and food. His footsteps
thudded against the stairs as he left the building and went on to shop.
Hermionie woke a bit later coherent again. She lifted her head and found she felt better. She had had a dream or was it a dream? She remembered an...angel? The thoughts buzzed in her brain, she remembered Malfoy and he was offering to help her. She gave a half laugh at this, maybe that was the dream part. Then she remembered that she had been raped. How can that slip her mind? She heaved her body up so she sat upright on the couch.
She looked around at her surroundings and dimly remembered them from the night before. God only knew what was going to happen to her, so at least she would try and escape. She forced her exhausted body to its feet and grabbed on to the couch.
She stepped like it was her first toward the door. This was taking all the energy she possessed just to keep from falling. Her head seemed to grow light and dizzy, her breaths shallow and constricted. She had made it halfway when her legs gave in and she collapsed in the middle of the floor.
Her head spun faster and she wondered if this was just from her being violated or if someone had done something else to her. She grabbed a nearby rug and vomited all over herself and the floor. Tears streamed down her face and she drug herself into a little ball. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? Thoughts hit her hard. She lay there naked and helpless, and wondered if it would make things better to just end it. Not even Hell could be worse than this.
She pushed herself up on her hands and looked around. Pieces of glass laid scattered on the floor near her. She reached out and grabbed a long sharp piece an sat up. It was all their for her as if someone had expected her to commit murder on herself at this very moment.
Hermionie seemed not only to have one mind but two now. One that told her she was smart and this was not any sort of answer for someone like that. The other said it felt good to bleed and it would be over quickly. She rocked back and forth still covered in vomit and tears. She put the glass over her wrist lightly and waited. She unexpectedly found herself singing.
"It's not what I took from you, It's not what I stole, we are born like this. Like this. The time has come to change this, to stretch the thought a mile. We lost that kind of spirit. We want it back today. The time is right to change this, To make the life we know. They took what we were given. We'll get it back again. Some where someone's gun is laughing. It's not what I gave from you, It's not what I sold, we are born like this. Like this. Its not what I took from you its not what I stole. We are born like this. You try your best to mock me, You're always in my way. You've lost what you were given. You'll get it back today. The time is right to change this, To make the life we know. They took what You've been given. You'll get it back again." She sang and raised the glass to her upper arm. She pressed and was surprised that it felt almost numb. Blood trickled down in larger and larger amounts as she carved something into her skin. It wasn't like what he had carved. This was true and real. She wasn't going to kill herself because her thoughts wrapped themselves around the one thing that she could smile at.
She looked over at it and wiped the blood from her arm with the rug. An awkward smile graced her lips as she looked at the sloppy letters that spelled that wonderful thing. Angel.
She didn't care if he wasn't real, that didn't matter. She only knew he helped her and saved her and cared for her. She still sang as she laid back down, staring at the ceiling. She drifted out of consciousness happily knowing he would be in her mind somewhere. She just had to find him.
An: Thanks to all my reviewers! But I still need more. I'm sorry this chapter is a little short but I'll try to make my next one longer. The song that Hermionie sings is called 'Born Like This' by Three Days Grace. They are an awesome band. I also could use some help with ideas so don't be afraid to submit any! Criticism is also good to so go nuts! Thanks again reviewers!
~MyBlackWolves~
Hermionie woke a bit later coherent again. She lifted her head and found she felt better. She had had a dream or was it a dream? She remembered an...angel? The thoughts buzzed in her brain, she remembered Malfoy and he was offering to help her. She gave a half laugh at this, maybe that was the dream part. Then she remembered that she had been raped. How can that slip her mind? She heaved her body up so she sat upright on the couch.
She looked around at her surroundings and dimly remembered them from the night before. God only knew what was going to happen to her, so at least she would try and escape. She forced her exhausted body to its feet and grabbed on to the couch.
She stepped like it was her first toward the door. This was taking all the energy she possessed just to keep from falling. Her head seemed to grow light and dizzy, her breaths shallow and constricted. She had made it halfway when her legs gave in and she collapsed in the middle of the floor.
Her head spun faster and she wondered if this was just from her being violated or if someone had done something else to her. She grabbed a nearby rug and vomited all over herself and the floor. Tears streamed down her face and she drug herself into a little ball. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? Thoughts hit her hard. She lay there naked and helpless, and wondered if it would make things better to just end it. Not even Hell could be worse than this.
She pushed herself up on her hands and looked around. Pieces of glass laid scattered on the floor near her. She reached out and grabbed a long sharp piece an sat up. It was all their for her as if someone had expected her to commit murder on herself at this very moment.
Hermionie seemed not only to have one mind but two now. One that told her she was smart and this was not any sort of answer for someone like that. The other said it felt good to bleed and it would be over quickly. She rocked back and forth still covered in vomit and tears. She put the glass over her wrist lightly and waited. She unexpectedly found herself singing.
"It's not what I took from you, It's not what I stole, we are born like this. Like this. The time has come to change this, to stretch the thought a mile. We lost that kind of spirit. We want it back today. The time is right to change this, To make the life we know. They took what we were given. We'll get it back again. Some where someone's gun is laughing. It's not what I gave from you, It's not what I sold, we are born like this. Like this. Its not what I took from you its not what I stole. We are born like this. You try your best to mock me, You're always in my way. You've lost what you were given. You'll get it back today. The time is right to change this, To make the life we know. They took what You've been given. You'll get it back again." She sang and raised the glass to her upper arm. She pressed and was surprised that it felt almost numb. Blood trickled down in larger and larger amounts as she carved something into her skin. It wasn't like what he had carved. This was true and real. She wasn't going to kill herself because her thoughts wrapped themselves around the one thing that she could smile at.
She looked over at it and wiped the blood from her arm with the rug. An awkward smile graced her lips as she looked at the sloppy letters that spelled that wonderful thing. Angel.
She didn't care if he wasn't real, that didn't matter. She only knew he helped her and saved her and cared for her. She still sang as she laid back down, staring at the ceiling. She drifted out of consciousness happily knowing he would be in her mind somewhere. She just had to find him.
An: Thanks to all my reviewers! But I still need more. I'm sorry this chapter is a little short but I'll try to make my next one longer. The song that Hermionie sings is called 'Born Like This' by Three Days Grace. They are an awesome band. I also could use some help with ideas so don't be afraid to submit any! Criticism is also good to so go nuts! Thanks again reviewers!
~MyBlackWolves~