Hermione's Struggle

A/N: Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. Only the plot. Also, no offense intended to people with depression, or people who have been through it. Tell me in your reviews if I wrote anything that is wrong. Please no flames. Although constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks
Depression thoughts
Her own thoughts
- DarkAngel2007

5th Year Girls Dorms
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
Hermione Granger's alarm started buzzing.
"Ugh" A muffled grunt came from the bed closest to the window. Parvati Patils bed.
"Turn of that thing Granger. It's 5 in the bloody morning. Classes don't start until 8!" Came the voice of Lavender Brown from under the sheets of the bed next to hers.
Hermione quietly did what she was told by her younger roomate. She picked up her towel and walked towards the showers. She slowly stripped in front of the mirror. She did so carefully, because she might disturb the cuts from last night. Once she was fully naked, she looked at herself in the mirror.
You look fat and ugly.
Came a snide voice from the back of her mind.
Oh not you again! Can't you just leave me alone for once?!
She internally complained.
Well, I'm just telling the truth.
You're right. I'll just go take a shower.
After she finished her shower she went back to her bed where she put her school uniform. She put on her underwear and then her shirt and her skirt. She finally tied her gryffindor tie. She looked at herself in the floor length mirror next tho her bed.
That shirt makes your arms look fat.
Hermione put on her grey jumper.
Much better. Now you've got to do something about that hair of yours. Don't just leave it down. It makes you look worse than you normally are.
She put her hair in a braid.
Now you look perfect. Well as perfect as an ugly person can look.
Hermione just sighed and went down to breakfast. She was about to take a french toast when the voice said,
Don't. French toast has a lot of calories. You don't want to get heavier than you already are, do you? Eat an apple. It's better than everything else, or don't eat at all.
Hermione took the smallest apple and she took a bite out of it. She took out a book out of her bag and started reading. At just that moment Harry and Ron came in and sat in front of her.
"Hey Hermione. Aren't you going to eat anything? There's french toast. We know that's your favourite." Harry said.
"No thanks. I'm not really hungry at the moment." She replied and went back to her book. She didn't notice Harry and Ron's exchange of concerned looks.
"Harry mate, do we have Quidditch practice today?" Ron asked.
"Yeah we do."
See even your friends don't think you're important. So no-one would care if you died. There is a knife in your bag. It just takes on slit on each wrist. Then you can finally know peace.
"Ok guys. I'm going to the Library."
"Sure" Harry and Ron say in unison.
Hermione walks out of the Great Hall, towards the Library. Not because she wanted read but because she wanted to take her own life.
No-one would care if I killed myself. Not even my best friends. Quidditch is more important to them than me. Even my parents wouldn't care. I am after the spawn of Satan to them. Not their daughter.
With that thought in mind Hermione sped up to reach the Library faster. Eager to feel the cool blade of her sacred knife against her skin for the last time.
Back In The Great Hall
"Hey Harry. Is it just me or has Hermione been acting different since the summer?"
"Yeah mate. I've noticed that to."
"Maybe we should follow her just to make sure."
"Hmm. I think that's a great idea."
Harry and Ron get up and go towards the library.

And done! Reviews are greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading. Also, could anyone help me with the cover image for this story?
-DarkAngel2007