Disclaimer: I do not own the charachters mentioned in this chapter except Sybil. I also own Bob.
The Conscience-y Thing's Little Breakdown
I'm so alone. Ron hates me, I am not doing a good job of keeping him company, and nobody loves me! WAAAAAAAAAAA! I know Ron needs help right now, and I can't help him, lest he call me a liar. I've never been this confused since the end of No Way Out!! I need to get a hold of myself. Breathe… deeply… breathe…deeply…okay, I think I'm okay. Wait! I'm not okay! I'm having a nervous breakdown! I knew not taking my medicine this morning was a bad decision! I'm so sick of myself. Maybe suicide will be better… No! I need to work through these self-esteem issues. Otherwise, I'll never see Ron again. Then he won't kiss Hermione, and I'll never get to talk to Sybil. Oh, Sybil, I have often seen you, dancing in Hermione's eyes. Oh how I long to touch that long silky hair, to caress that body. Oh, Sybil, I love you! Though I've never met you, I know you are the most beautiful thing in the world! Oh, I've got to write that down! Now… scratch… scratch… scratch…
A/N: I know, real short chapter, but it's cool, k? My next chapter will be awesome.
Bob: Why do I have to be the one with the unstable look on life???
A/N: Because someone has to have an unstable look on life, and I love you.
Bob: Grumble, grumble
A/N: So...review. Please.