Coping
Chapter 3: Invisible
Buttamellow
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Voices have been surrounding me but I can't seem to see any faces. Not that I want to. Well, not really. There have been pitiful excuses for people crowding the hallways, openly expressing their sorrow and pain at their loss of a "hero". Each time I hear another one sadly whisper Harry's name I feel my fists clench. I've never been a violent person and so I have been surprised at the rage building up in me as the days pass by. These...these imbeciles who will tell their sorrow to any halfwit who'll listen.
I've been spending my time roaming around deserted hallways and desolate grounds. I think I've almost managed the task of becoming invisible. I wonder if anyone has even realized that I'm gone.
I haven't seen Ron anywhere. I guess he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. I wouldn't be surprised. I've always had that nagging voice at the back of my mind that constantly tells me that the only reason why Ron associated with me in the first place was because of Harry. And now...well, now Harry's gone. Why would he want anything to do with a nosey bookworm?
I still remember. I still remember what he said first year. I still remember the words.
"It's no wonder no one can stand her, she's a nightmare, honestly...She must've noticed she has no friends."
No friends. No…friends. I- I have no friends. Harry's gone and Ron's avoiding me. Or I'm avoiding him. Or something.
How could I not have noticed? How could I not have realized that he didn't care? How could I not have understood that I was only on the sidelines? Oh gosh, I've lost Harry and now Ron doesn't want anything to do with me. I should've known that this would happen. Now...now that Harry's gone I've gone back to having no friends.
I'm so alone.
Why did this have to happen?