I wish you knew...
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Cho had decided on the most common one of all: wrists. Definitely wrists. She walked to the bathroom, box cutter in hand. She was wearing her favorite clothes, which included her black and red lacy underwear, layering tank tops from GAP and her streth jeans that were slightly worn, tight around her legs with a large flare around her ankles. She was wearing her jelly bracelets in every color imaginable, up and down her arm. She always wore them. She also always wore a few of those Chinese charm bracelets, you know the kind, that everyone had all over themselves in school.
Here goes nothing... thought Cho to herself. I'm really gonna do it. It will hurt. Yes! Pain is good. Pain is life. Pain is death. Pain is me. Let's do this.
Another knock on the door. God, why can't I commit suicide in peace?! Cho went and answered the door. It was Hermione. She asked Mione politely to leave and not to come back for two days. Hermione said she would heed Cho's wish, but asked her not to do anything stupid in return. This is where the argument began.
"You think I would do something stupid?" Cho asked her friend, feinging angry astonishment. "I don't do stupid things, I do necessary things that may be ludicrous to you!"
"I know, I know. You never did anything stupid, but don't do anything drastic, okay?" Hermione pleaded.
"Oh, so know you think I would do something drastic?! I ALWAYS DO DRASTIC THINGS IF THEY NEED TO BE DONE!! Now please, I would like to get back to my nap, if you may," said Cho in an odd manner by the way she was yelling and becoming calm in the blink of an eye.
Hermione sighed and turned on her heel, rolling her eyes, without saying a word. She was walking away when Cho firmly planted a hand on her shoulder.
"Herm, sorry about that, but don't worry about me, okay? Really."
Hermione nodded slowly and left, her head drooping.
Now Cho began to contemplate the fact that it would hurt her friends too much if she died. Her family would care much anyway, so they didn't matter much. Her friends would have to be asked about this matter, in a concealed way.
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Cho had decided on the most common one of all: wrists. Definitely wrists. She walked to the bathroom, box cutter in hand. She was wearing her favorite clothes, which included her black and red lacy underwear, layering tank tops from GAP and her streth jeans that were slightly worn, tight around her legs with a large flare around her ankles. She was wearing her jelly bracelets in every color imaginable, up and down her arm. She always wore them. She also always wore a few of those Chinese charm bracelets, you know the kind, that everyone had all over themselves in school.
Here goes nothing... thought Cho to herself. I'm really gonna do it. It will hurt. Yes! Pain is good. Pain is life. Pain is death. Pain is me. Let's do this.
Another knock on the door. God, why can't I commit suicide in peace?! Cho went and answered the door. It was Hermione. She asked Mione politely to leave and not to come back for two days. Hermione said she would heed Cho's wish, but asked her not to do anything stupid in return. This is where the argument began.
"You think I would do something stupid?" Cho asked her friend, feinging angry astonishment. "I don't do stupid things, I do necessary things that may be ludicrous to you!"
"I know, I know. You never did anything stupid, but don't do anything drastic, okay?" Hermione pleaded.
"Oh, so know you think I would do something drastic?! I ALWAYS DO DRASTIC THINGS IF THEY NEED TO BE DONE!! Now please, I would like to get back to my nap, if you may," said Cho in an odd manner by the way she was yelling and becoming calm in the blink of an eye.
Hermione sighed and turned on her heel, rolling her eyes, without saying a word. She was walking away when Cho firmly planted a hand on her shoulder.
"Herm, sorry about that, but don't worry about me, okay? Really."
Hermione nodded slowly and left, her head drooping.
Now Cho began to contemplate the fact that it would hurt her friends too much if she died. Her family would care much anyway, so they didn't matter much. Her friends would have to be asked about this matter, in a concealed way.