Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did then I wouldn't be writing this
Chapter 1:
I heard whispers and noise. There was chatter. It sounded like a doctor or something. " Her charts seem okay but we're going to continue monitoring her." Who was that suppose to be? Was this Heaven or Hell? Or was I in purgatory? I didn't really believe in any of that stuff. It seemed full of crap. If there was a God then why did he let me experience so much pain? Pain from my family and from myself.
The whispers and noises grew louder. There were "Why did she do it" and "I don't care." I just wanted them to stop. I wanted the noises to put a sock in it and let me be. This was supposed to be my escape and paradise. I just wanted to be left alone. I heard pleas for me to wake up. I didn't want to and would not to. I wouldn't go back to being alone. I can't go back to being tormented and ridiculed. I spent most of my life being horribly tormented by my cousins and ignored and hated by the rest.
I heard more voices. They were clearer also. "Rose, honey, please wake up." Someone said. It seemed feminine and comforting. It was foreign to me. The concept of comforting was foreign to me. I needed to see who this person was. I started to open my eyes. I saw blurs and random shapes.
"Rose. Come on open your eyes." The voice said again. I was mesmerized. I forced my eyes open. But the voice was one of the people to first abandon me. It was the person who gave me life. Who carried me for nine months. It was my mother. I looked up at her in confusion.
"Rose. Oh thank goodness!" She said. Her hand caressing my hair. I flinched. Why was she here and why was she acting like this? I looked past her and saw the rest of the tormentors. My Father, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, Cousins, and him. He who used to be my best friend, my confidant. It was he who caused the tipping point. Even though I loved all of them, I still didn't want them here. I opened my mouth but then the Healer came.
"Rose, I'm Healer Wilson. Can you remember anything?" He asked in a calm, professional voice. I looked at him. His expression was of pity. I didn't need pity. Not from him or anyone else.
"Yes. I remember everything." I responded.
"Good. So you lost a lot of blood. So we've been giving you some transfusions and you'll be physically better in no time. However, mentally it might take a while to fix. We're going to have to watch you for 24 hours and then we'll get you some help. I'm going to go and let you visit and digest this news." He said. Healer Wilson then promptly left me to deal with the devils.