I'm kind of iffy on this piece. I like it, and then I'm not so sure about it. This may be triggering to some as this deals with issues of cutting,not too vivid mind you, but enough, which is why this story has recieved the rating I gave it. Thanks to Hermy08 for letting me know of my mistake, it is corrected now.
Hermione is spiraling down. Deep down. Deeper than any of those times before. She finds it hard to reach out to those who care for her. Always has, she doesn't like asking for help, it's admitting defeat, and Hermione never takes kindly to admitting defeat.
And then, there's Ginny. Her girlfriend. Perfect Ginny. That bright little red-head means so much to her, much more than anyone could ever know, even Ginny herself.
The one time she admits she has a problem, and it's only a teeny hint, Ginny, in her round about way claims she wants to help those she cares for, wants to solve their problems, and deep down, Hermione knows she can't do it. She's too far gone now for Ginny to help. Too far gone for anyone to reach her.
She's taken to blades again. Thin cold metal feels so right and perfect in her hands. She slides it across her skins and prays for the courage to press down, when she gets that courage, she presses down ever so slowly and drags it across her skin at a pitifully slow rate. When that first bright red scream appears, she's calm, and she can make it, but only for awhile.
This is all an out cry however. She wants help, she wants Ginny to take her in her arms, kiss her softly and tell her it's all alright, and that one day, they'll be together, and that Hermione will be well again, and that none of what happened in the past will matter anymore, because what will matter is that they are together, without people around to mess up what they have, and without those around to tell them that they are wrong. After all, who has the right to say that love is wrong?
Then, that fateful day approaches, when Hermione feels completely lost, and she retreats to her room with her knife, alone, feeling that she'll be alone forever. She believes that no one cares for her, not even Ginny. Just as the tip of the blade touches her skin, before she has the time to pray for the courage to press down, the door bursts open and her lover stands in the door way. "Oh, Hermione love." she says softly.
Hermione looks up, getting distracted, the knife clattering to the floor beneath her. Ginny is beside her in an instant, and Hermione is in her arms, and sobbing into her,"Tell me what's wrong." Ginny whispers,"I want to make it right."
Hermione says nothing at first, she continues to cry, and Ginny kisses the top of her head and lets her cry. "Go on baby, tell me whats wrong? I can't help unless I know what it is."
And then Hermione breaks. Tells her everything. How she's feeling. Tells her how she feels they'll never be together after school, how the others are making her feel about the two, after all they aren't exactly a conventional couple. Her list of worries continue to go on and on, and Ginny never interrupts, she knows Hermione needs this, needs this time to get everything out.
And then it's Ginny's turn to speak,"Let those people think what they want. I want nothing more than to be with you, Hermione. I don't care what they think, and we're meant to be, can't you see that?"
That's all she needed to hear. She needed to know about their future, and that Ginny wasn't ashamed of who they were, they were in love, and being in love is nothing to be ashamed of.
