He stuck her like a bullet, the pain was gripping at her body and tearing
her apart from the inside. Like a giant whirlpool were her heart used to
be. Why did this keep happening to her? Why did the whole universe have to
pick her to be the one to suffer, through everything. There was only one
pain she could tolerate and that was the pain of a cut and so far, that the
only pain that felt good to her. She pulled off her sheets angrily and went
over to her trunk. She pulled up the top and searched madly for the one
thing she needed more than anything. When she found it, she could feel her
heart sink. She grabbed it and held it close to her, fearing someone might
take it away. As she pulled it open and heard the click, she knew this is
what she wanted.
My skin longs to feel the touch of a cold silver blade. Although there is pain that from it, it is also my band-aid. The knife is lost in my wound. My blood is its own little pool. My reflection is smeared in my silver blade. My gash has won the duel. As the blood drips down my wrist, I fear there's something I might have missed. My vain is still untouched but scarred. I'll live another day.
As she lied on the bathroom floor, sprawled out, she thought this is what she wanted, to die, to deal with it the only way she knew how. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, remembering. Remembering times with her father long ago, remembering how she felt when she first met Ron and Harry, those things seemed so long ago, faded into dust. She could feel her blood dripping out of her cut, going all over the floor. She hoped someone would find her, save her but at the same time, she couldn't bare another day living as she was. So she lied there, near death, just waiting for it. But she didn't want to die, not now. With all the energy she had left, she called out for help. Called out to anyone who would listen and whoever was willing to help her.
Ginny rushed into her room only to be horrified by what she saw. There lied Hermione, her friend, near death.
"Ginny? Ginny, help me, please."
Though Ginny could barely move from the shock, she took all she could muster to pick Hermione up and run her down to the infirmary.
#$%$#
Hermione gently woke up from the sun shining onto her face. She was startled to find herself still here, still alive. She looked around, looking for someone. Just as she lifted her head, madam Pomfrey walked over to her in a hurry.
"My dear, are you alright? I tried to save as much of your blood but you lost a lot. I'm recommending you stay here for another day or so."
As she said that, she looked at Hermione with a grand look of worry and confusion, then walked to the other side of the infirmary. Wait, now that someone knew about this, could other people? More than anything, she feared that someone would find out.
"Wait, wait, madam Pomfrey!"
She turned back around and walked back to Hermione's bedside.
"What is it my dear?"
"Did you tell anyone about this?"
She took her hand and held it comfortingly.
"No dear, I haven't told a soul."
Hermione smiled at her; she smiled back, then left.
It felt better to know that no one could've known about this.
#$%$#!
A few days later, she returned to her classes. The only person she could confide in was Ginny for she knew she was the only one that knew. Luckily, Ron and Harry had no idea and never even mentioned why they hadn't seen her in a few days. While Hermione wandered aimlessly to Potions, a strong hand pulled toughly at her shirt and made her come into a shadowy corner, where he waited. There, she met him, face-to-face.
"So, I hear you have a little problem eh?"
He held her wrist in his hand and pushed on it, making Hermione wince with pain. Under the bandages, the blood started to soak.
"That's too bad. Little wittle Hermione wanted to kill herself, just because of a little happening. You're so weak."
She knew she was not weak. Underneath everything that made her up, she was strong to hold so many things inside and deal with so many problems that no one should.
She looked into his eyes, anger boiling inside. She felt his breath on her cheek, hot and smooth. He leaned in to her face and, as she turned away, whispered in her ear.
"You were so good."
He said and, without notice, he kissed her cheek, she flinched at his action.
He let go of her wrists and walked out of the dark corner, laughing devilishly.
Why? Why did he want her? She hated him. Hated him more than she ever has.
No matter how much time it took or how long it would take it do it, she would get him. She would get him where she wanted him and...kill him.
Sorry it's a sucky chap, im distracted by South Park marathon!!!! Please just review and tell me what u want.
My skin longs to feel the touch of a cold silver blade. Although there is pain that from it, it is also my band-aid. The knife is lost in my wound. My blood is its own little pool. My reflection is smeared in my silver blade. My gash has won the duel. As the blood drips down my wrist, I fear there's something I might have missed. My vain is still untouched but scarred. I'll live another day.
As she lied on the bathroom floor, sprawled out, she thought this is what she wanted, to die, to deal with it the only way she knew how. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, remembering. Remembering times with her father long ago, remembering how she felt when she first met Ron and Harry, those things seemed so long ago, faded into dust. She could feel her blood dripping out of her cut, going all over the floor. She hoped someone would find her, save her but at the same time, she couldn't bare another day living as she was. So she lied there, near death, just waiting for it. But she didn't want to die, not now. With all the energy she had left, she called out for help. Called out to anyone who would listen and whoever was willing to help her.
Ginny rushed into her room only to be horrified by what she saw. There lied Hermione, her friend, near death.
"Ginny? Ginny, help me, please."
Though Ginny could barely move from the shock, she took all she could muster to pick Hermione up and run her down to the infirmary.
#$%$#
Hermione gently woke up from the sun shining onto her face. She was startled to find herself still here, still alive. She looked around, looking for someone. Just as she lifted her head, madam Pomfrey walked over to her in a hurry.
"My dear, are you alright? I tried to save as much of your blood but you lost a lot. I'm recommending you stay here for another day or so."
As she said that, she looked at Hermione with a grand look of worry and confusion, then walked to the other side of the infirmary. Wait, now that someone knew about this, could other people? More than anything, she feared that someone would find out.
"Wait, wait, madam Pomfrey!"
She turned back around and walked back to Hermione's bedside.
"What is it my dear?"
"Did you tell anyone about this?"
She took her hand and held it comfortingly.
"No dear, I haven't told a soul."
Hermione smiled at her; she smiled back, then left.
It felt better to know that no one could've known about this.
#$%$#!
A few days later, she returned to her classes. The only person she could confide in was Ginny for she knew she was the only one that knew. Luckily, Ron and Harry had no idea and never even mentioned why they hadn't seen her in a few days. While Hermione wandered aimlessly to Potions, a strong hand pulled toughly at her shirt and made her come into a shadowy corner, where he waited. There, she met him, face-to-face.
"So, I hear you have a little problem eh?"
He held her wrist in his hand and pushed on it, making Hermione wince with pain. Under the bandages, the blood started to soak.
"That's too bad. Little wittle Hermione wanted to kill herself, just because of a little happening. You're so weak."
She knew she was not weak. Underneath everything that made her up, she was strong to hold so many things inside and deal with so many problems that no one should.
She looked into his eyes, anger boiling inside. She felt his breath on her cheek, hot and smooth. He leaned in to her face and, as she turned away, whispered in her ear.
"You were so good."
He said and, without notice, he kissed her cheek, she flinched at his action.
He let go of her wrists and walked out of the dark corner, laughing devilishly.
Why? Why did he want her? She hated him. Hated him more than she ever has.
No matter how much time it took or how long it would take it do it, she would get him. She would get him where she wanted him and...kill him.
Sorry it's a sucky chap, im distracted by South Park marathon!!!! Please just review and tell me what u want.