Lavender couldn't take it any longer. She watched as Ron tried it on with Hermione again. He touched her thigh and tried to kiss her. Lavender felt herself go crazy. Hermione wasn't something to be touched when drunk! She was a beautiful woman who deserved so much more. She deserved someone to love. Someone like her. She of course said nothing. She instead stood up and walked away. Away from the safety of the tower. Away from her life all together. For tonight she knew she wouldn't have to cope with all the stresses of the world. Not only was Harry miserable and really edgy about Draco being anywhere near him, Hermione being ruffed up for Ron and her sister still getting hurt at home, now she had to put up with the fact she loved Hermione. She had admired the girl for too long. She knew now that it was way past that. Way past obsession. This was love, love which she knew would not be returned. She ran to the far tower not caring to wipe away her tears. Not caring about anything except to jump.
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An alarm went off in Harry's head as he saw Lavender run past him. Her face streaked with tears. He thought only for a moment before charging after her. Arriving seconds after her he saw her jump through the open window, he ran to the window and watched as she fell. He quickly charmed her to fall slower, but her body still hit the ground with a great speed. He floated himself out the window and down to the ground beside her. She was still alive. He screamed for help.
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Lavender had been unconscious two days now. She was alive but they weren't sure if she was ever going to wake up again. Harry and Hermione sat by her bed as much as they could. When Harry wasn't there, the only other place he was would be the tower to cut. Where he'd seen his friend's body hit the ground.
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It's probably my fault. I should have been stronger. I should never have turned to suicide or cutting. Too late now though. This very quill is making is marking my skin and is making my blood flow, flows down my stomach. I don't know why but right now I can hear the screams of someone. The screams echo through my mind almost painfully begging me to stop. Sometimes I can feel arms wrap around me and tears fall onto me. Her screams… they seem familiar somewhat like my own I suppose. We are so alike me and her. That's how I feel anyway. I sometimes feel her pain and sorrow. I wish I knew her. I wish I could meet her…
It's funny how lately my accounts have become so much like diary accounts instead of stories past. I miss my stories… maybe I should tell about the most recent story I know. It's about a girl I care about. My friend nothing else. Though maybe if I had of turned to her instead of making her get some rest I guess we could have been something else, though that is another story all together. Well this girl I care about. She decided to take her life. She jumped out of a tower window. In fact she jumped out of the very tower I'm sitting in. I had followed her down the corridor. It is lucky she passed my way, as if she had not I may not have stopped her death. She may not forgive her for saving her though. I do not know for she is still unconscious and no one knows if she will ever wake up again. I watched her jump. I think it may have been my fault, I hate that thought. I hate the fact I brought harm to someone even though I never meant to. I feel so guilty about it. I don't know why as I really don't know if I have done anything. I'll still blame me though… it's just my nature to blame myself. My other friend… although I'm still not sure whether to call her that or not as she was not originally a true friend, just someone who pretended, she seems to have taken it nearly as bad as me although I do not know why. I hurt her too. By hurting one friend I hurt another as well… I made her cry. Why am I here when all I do is cause more pain?
A/n You will find out who 'her' is... maybe in the next chapter... Uh, I hope you like this chapter :)