Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any thing or characters accosiated with it (all though i would like to borrow the Weasley twins for a couple of hours)
Puddle Of Blood
She walked over to her bedside table and sat down on the cold floor next to it . She opened it completly and pushed her hand all the way to the back, feeling around untill she found what she was looking for. Her fingers grasped the thin piece of metal, her razor blade. She looked at it and thought of all the nights she had fallen asleep with it grasped in her the plam of her small hand. She ran the blade gently across her fingertip as a thin of blood formed. She brought it down to her wrist and began to cry as her emotions swelled up inside of her. She let her warm, salty tears drip down her flushed cheeks and fall into her lap. She pressed the cold razor into her left wrist as hard as she could and quickly slid it across. A thick, crimson line appeared along with a seering pain and a sense of calm. She did it again, harder this time. Alot harder. A rapid flow of blood appeared on her wrist. She had not ment to cut it that deep. She suddenly felt really weak and dizzy. She looked down at her wrist and saw a puddle of blood on the hardwood floor around her wrist. She was hit with another wave of dizzyness and passed out, the puddle of deep-red blood growing larger every minute.