I did not plan a second part to this one shot; this was just something that came to me one day because I wasn't really writing about Hermione but more so about myself. I would love your reviews and I know that a lot of you might not agree to what I have written here; that's alright everyone is entitled to their opinion, therefore I ask you to respect mine.

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Unbound

She was numb; for once in her life Hermione's mind was silent. Her world was hurtling out of control and here she sat at the periphery just…. Numb.

Why was she meant to be the strong one? The courageous one? The one who always stuck through any problem?

She felt the bitterness seep into her blood; she had no anger… just regrets and bitterness. The sour taste of those regrets filled her mouth now as she tried to navigate out of her desolation.

She had fallen of the wagon again; she was like an alcoholic or a druggie. She could keep her hands away from that knife for days or months or years but the moment someone upset her carefully balanced equilibrium even slightly she rushed back to it again and again. She was addicted to the pain, well not the pain but the relief that pain gave. It was so much easier to focus of a physical wound than on a psychological one.

Her brilliant mind was just shadows upon shadows trying to swallow each other whole. The bright corners had long since turned into little boxes of darkness she kept hidden from the world. They were her drug; she would visit those boxes when she saw the blood; loosing herself.

Truth?

Years of facing crap with Harry had warped her perception, it had turned her faith in humanity into a trite, broken down set of thoughts that she regularly laughed at. There was no inherent goodness in people! There was no silver lining, no rosy glow, no dawn after dark…

There were just different perceptions; to obtain the perfect shade of light one must mix darkness. Years had taught her that no one was innocent and no one yet completely evil. It was all a charade of circumstance.

Just like her shadows, there were times that Hermione didn't feel as bleak but she knew it was just her mind playing tricks on her to make her pliant.

She felt like giving into these thoughts; dark as they were, she wanted to give in.

That's why she'd cut, she had to do something to release her pent up frustration.

She was so tired of conforming to these bonds that the world has set for her; Gryffindor Princess, friend of The Chosen One thus one of the good guys. She wanted to break free, wanted to let the ravens wings stretch and let the dove rest.

She wanted the sun to set and the clouds to take cover; she just wanted to be….

Not good… not bad… not black… nor white … nor special… nor obsolete

She just wanted to be …. Bondless… Unbidden

Free, she wished to be free. Like white…. A blank canvas waiting to be splashed with the colors of her destiny; colors that she chose, not colors that were forced upon her.

She wanted to take flight into the sky, wanted the good, the bad, the broken, the whole. What ever the world could offer her.

Anonymity...

Yet her binds held her back, they were to strong for her to break; not just taunting her with her relationships but with her own human inadequacy. She didn't want to be forgotten, she didn't want to obliterated like mist when the sun shines through, she didn't want to be a shade, a mere shadow that people forgot as time passed them by.

She was weak…. Human… selfish.

If she truly wished to be free; the window waited for her, open ready for her to jump but she knew the truth… she couldn't do it.

She was a liar… she knew she would never be able to splash her own hues and shades to the canvas of her life yet each day she lied to herself.

And so she would continue to do so…

Liar... Liar... Life On Fire... What is it your going to do?

Just lie your way through this too?