If Only He Could Read My Mind

Chapter Three: Later that Evening

It was one in the morning as I crept out of my common room and down the several staircases to the entrance hall, with a knife hidden in my pocket. The knife was from dinner, I had taken it without either of my friends noticing. I had spent my dinner in silence, the prospect of tonight keeping me from concentrating. Of course, they just assumed I was upset from my brutal, sudden break up with Remus.

The break up with Remus was only one reason I was disappointed, because it hurt like hell, knowing that he lied every time he said he loved me. I wouldn't have killed myself over that though. It was the letter that bothered me the most. I was sick of the pain, and I had made myself think that this was the only other option.

I wouldn't have been here if Remus had of read my mind, or anyone for that matter. Then maybe I could have showed them the letter. Then they could've tried to stop me, but probably not, I mean it's not like they'd care that much.

I'm nothing special.

I crept out the front doors, which were surprisingly and luckily unlocked, and walked out onto the grounds.

The full moon was shining above me. I hated full moons; they were too bright in the middle of my dark world. There was a light breeze in the air, the kind of breeze that allowed me to concentrate, which was just what I needed.

It seemed as though the world was cooperating with me. I wasn't caught in the halls, the front doors were open, and now the weather was perfect. Maybe the world was trying to make me feel better, as I took my last steps and my last breaths. Maybe it wanted me to succeed. Maybe it believed as I did, that it would make things better.

Either way, I was glad it was.

I started walking towards the edge of the forbidden forest, because if I hid in there, no one would find me, well what would be left of me.

When I was only a few feet away, I heard a snarl from behind me. I stopped walking and turned around, to find a werewolf.

Well, it's easier than the knife, I thought to myself. I stood there waiting for the wolf to attack. It seemed like part of the wolf didn't want too. It was hesitant almost. Eventually it seemed like the wolf had come to a decision as I felt a paw with its claws slash across my stomach.

I fell to the ground from the impact. The wolf hovered over me, but before it could make a move a big, black, shaggy dog jumped in front of me, protecting me from the wolf's terror.

I stood up and pushed up my sleeves, as they were beginning to annoy me. I felt blood pouring from the slashes across my stomach. At least the blood loss would kill me eventually.

I was already starting to feel faint. I felt someone grab my arm and pull me along. I took one look at the persons face. I saw James, pulling me away, before I fainted.

The last thing I thought was:

What the hell just happened?