I cried on the steps of the one the moving staircases. I've lost all my friends I thought. I've lost Harry, Ginny (who I didn't really like as a friend either ), Ron, Hermione, Fred and George sympathize me for my suicide attempt. I hate my damn life right now; it's like a living nightmare which I can't wake up from. It'll just keep going on and on, as my nightmare.
My bottom lip quivered, my eyes red and puffy as I tried to blink away the tears that were on the brim of my eye. As I closed my eyes and I felt the first tear slip down my pale left cheek. My face fell into my hands as I let out sobs that echoed through the enormous castle.
I felt a mix of emotions running through my veins. Anger. Hurt. Sad. Despair. They all mixed together inside me, as I sat on the cold stone stairs. I feel like I've finally cracked. I was going mad like Ron said. I shut my eyes tightly, so tight that I felt that they were going to tears apart. I gripped my hair furiously yanking at the roots as I let out a furious scream.
More and more tears fell from my eyes, streaming down my flustered face. I swept my right hand across my eyes to wipe the tears away, smearing the all ready ruined make-up.
I couldn't take this anymore. I dug into the robe pocket and took out a razor blade. Sobbing quietly, I pressed it against my left wrist and moved it down to make a perfect line.
Scarlet red blood dripped out of the freshly new made cut, and stained the sandy coloured stairs. I felt only a bit of pain. After doing this for a month, I've gotten used to the pain.
"Oh my god, Lexi..." I heard a voice say from behind me. Harry's voice of course. Why does he always find me at the most horrible moments?
My eyes widened and I got up as quick as possible. I put the razor back into my pocket and turned around to face the Harry, hiding my cut wrist behind my back. I could smell my blood from the cut.
"Bloody hell." I heard a second voice say. Obviously belonging to Ron.
I heard the two boys running down a couple of steps and coming over to me.
"H-hey guys..." I said smiling at them nervously.
"Who's blood is that?" I heard Harry ask, his voice filled with concern and worry.
"Ew, I don't know." I lied.
"Lex." Said Ron, frowning.
Harry walked closer to me, and took the hand from behind my back. I looked down at my wrist, blood still trickling down to the floor. Harry looked up at me and enclosed me in a hug. I tried my best to not get my bloody arm on him, but that was a fail. Ron walked over and patted my shoulder.
The two boys I'm mad at and are mad at me, are actually comforting me. Wow.
My vision suddenly began to blur once more. I buried my head in Harry's chest and began to sob. I felt his hand rub my back soothingly, and Ron whispered in my ear that everything would be fine, they'd get me help.
In my mind all I thought was: Great, more sympathy from the guys.
A/N: Guys I'm sorry the chapter is short. D:
I've had a terrible case of writter's block. I will promise to make the next chapter longer and even better :D