The darkness engulfed her brain. All she could remember was the pain and
all she could feel was the cold, chapping her white skin. Her body was
completely numb to everything. A memory came to her mind, swirling around
like a grey cloud. A memory she had long forgotten. Her father creeped into
her room, but this time, she didn't know what was going on. He climbed into
her bed but she was clueless to his actions.
"What are you doing?"
She said, her own voice echoing in her head. As she spoke, he put one of his hands over her mouth and the other under the covers. She felt his ice cold hands upon her legs. Her eyes grew wide, hoping he wasn't going to...but he did. The whole time it happened, she winced and cringed with surging pain all over her body. He held her neck in his hands, threatening her if she dare made a sound.
When it was all over, when he was gone, that's what she got the urge. The sudden urge that she was going to explode, or implode. She ran to the bathroom and right there, she vomited right into the toilet. It seemed, at last, that that's what was torturing her inside but it really wasn't. She opened the drawers and looked for anything, anything she thought that would help. After digging and searching through all her drawers until she found a shiny silver knife she never knew was in there. She didn't exactly know what she was going to do with it but she felt comforted already just by holding it. She opened it and heard it click softly, revealing its sharpened face.
She looked at in; it reflected her face in its perfect face. Her eyes were blood shot and her neck had bruises on them; pink and black. Its face acted like it was attracted right to her skin. It seemed like someone else was operating her body, she had no control. She lifted her arm to the knife and lowered the knife to her arm, in one swift movement, she cut. It was like total ecstasy to feel it go, drain, exit her body and onto the knife. She looked down at her arm, a tiny cut remained, leaking blood slowly. She wanted more, more ecstasy, more release, more, more, more.
#$%$#
She woke up abruptly, scratching her arm hard, hard enough it was bleeding bad. She was in her room, she looked out the window, pitch black. She looked over to a clock on her wall. Through the darkness, she could barely see the time but from there, it looked like it was about 9:00. Light shone out from under her door; people were in the common room. She didn't remember much, just passing out. What if she had said something? She hoped she hadn't, it would've been something she didn't want people to hear. She crawled out of her bed and walked over to the door, but before she opened the door, she could hear voices from the common room.
"What was she talking about Ginny? We have to know. We have to know what's going on with her."
She recognized Ron's voice, seemingly worried.
"Ginny, please, tell us what's going on!"
Harry's tone seemed irritated.
She hoped that Ginny wouldn't tell, she promised, she couldn't tell, she better not.
"Well,"
She began. Hermione couldn't believe that she would even mention it. Before Ginny could say another word, Hermione swung the door open, squinting from the brightness of the room.
"Hermione! You're ok!"
Ron said, standing up.
"Hermione! Here, let me help you."
Harry jumped up, trying to help Hermione down the stairs.
"I'm fine, really."
She said, putting her arm around Harry and holding on to the handrail. Hermione didn't lift her eyes of Ginny, she couldn't believe she would even whisper anything about the topic.
"Hermione! What are you doing?"
Harry lifted her arm off his shoulders, blood-stained.
"Hermione, what are you doing to yourself?"
Ron said disappointedly.
She knew she couldn't lie to them, they would see right through it. She couldn't tell them, they wouldn't understand, they'd think she was a freak, that she was no longer perfect to them. She couldn't tell them, she wouldn't tell them. But she wanted to, she wanted to so bad. She had to release this and it was something her knife couldn't cut through. The only way she thought she could deal with this is just...break down and cry. She dropped to the floor and spilled her tears like milk. She held her face in her hands, not letting them see for once, she was weak, for once, she was just like them. She wouldn't dare show that side of her. She could feel them trying to comfort her, stay next to her. She had to stop this, to stop being so strong, even when she knew she wasn't as she seemed. So, she decided to let it all go, what she had been holding on to for years.
"Well,"
She started and from them, let is spill out of her mouth. But who would know that someone was listening. Someone was interested in this little story and someone was coming up with a little planning of their own.
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"What are you doing?"
She said, her own voice echoing in her head. As she spoke, he put one of his hands over her mouth and the other under the covers. She felt his ice cold hands upon her legs. Her eyes grew wide, hoping he wasn't going to...but he did. The whole time it happened, she winced and cringed with surging pain all over her body. He held her neck in his hands, threatening her if she dare made a sound.
When it was all over, when he was gone, that's what she got the urge. The sudden urge that she was going to explode, or implode. She ran to the bathroom and right there, she vomited right into the toilet. It seemed, at last, that that's what was torturing her inside but it really wasn't. She opened the drawers and looked for anything, anything she thought that would help. After digging and searching through all her drawers until she found a shiny silver knife she never knew was in there. She didn't exactly know what she was going to do with it but she felt comforted already just by holding it. She opened it and heard it click softly, revealing its sharpened face.
She looked at in; it reflected her face in its perfect face. Her eyes were blood shot and her neck had bruises on them; pink and black. Its face acted like it was attracted right to her skin. It seemed like someone else was operating her body, she had no control. She lifted her arm to the knife and lowered the knife to her arm, in one swift movement, she cut. It was like total ecstasy to feel it go, drain, exit her body and onto the knife. She looked down at her arm, a tiny cut remained, leaking blood slowly. She wanted more, more ecstasy, more release, more, more, more.
#$%$#
She woke up abruptly, scratching her arm hard, hard enough it was bleeding bad. She was in her room, she looked out the window, pitch black. She looked over to a clock on her wall. Through the darkness, she could barely see the time but from there, it looked like it was about 9:00. Light shone out from under her door; people were in the common room. She didn't remember much, just passing out. What if she had said something? She hoped she hadn't, it would've been something she didn't want people to hear. She crawled out of her bed and walked over to the door, but before she opened the door, she could hear voices from the common room.
"What was she talking about Ginny? We have to know. We have to know what's going on with her."
She recognized Ron's voice, seemingly worried.
"Ginny, please, tell us what's going on!"
Harry's tone seemed irritated.
She hoped that Ginny wouldn't tell, she promised, she couldn't tell, she better not.
"Well,"
She began. Hermione couldn't believe that she would even mention it. Before Ginny could say another word, Hermione swung the door open, squinting from the brightness of the room.
"Hermione! You're ok!"
Ron said, standing up.
"Hermione! Here, let me help you."
Harry jumped up, trying to help Hermione down the stairs.
"I'm fine, really."
She said, putting her arm around Harry and holding on to the handrail. Hermione didn't lift her eyes of Ginny, she couldn't believe she would even whisper anything about the topic.
"Hermione! What are you doing?"
Harry lifted her arm off his shoulders, blood-stained.
"Hermione, what are you doing to yourself?"
Ron said disappointedly.
She knew she couldn't lie to them, they would see right through it. She couldn't tell them, they wouldn't understand, they'd think she was a freak, that she was no longer perfect to them. She couldn't tell them, she wouldn't tell them. But she wanted to, she wanted to so bad. She had to release this and it was something her knife couldn't cut through. The only way she thought she could deal with this is just...break down and cry. She dropped to the floor and spilled her tears like milk. She held her face in her hands, not letting them see for once, she was weak, for once, she was just like them. She wouldn't dare show that side of her. She could feel them trying to comfort her, stay next to her. She had to stop this, to stop being so strong, even when she knew she wasn't as she seemed. So, she decided to let it all go, what she had been holding on to for years.
"Well,"
She started and from them, let is spill out of her mouth. But who would know that someone was listening. Someone was interested in this little story and someone was coming up with a little planning of their own.
Lskhg! Review! Or I won't update and make u suffer with crayons!