Handling Glass | ✔

Chapter Twenty Four

It's been almost a month now, a month that I've been alone. They should have been back by now but I've had no word from them. To be honest I was feeling crap about everything; myself, life, just everything and the whole entire student-body being dicks wasn't really helping. It seemed like life was much better with a certain someone in it, not that I would admit that though.
I walked in the classroom to find it was empty except one person- Kyle. Anger flared inside me and I stomped towards him.
"Hello Kyle." I snapped. He looked up at me in surprise.
"Oh, Hermione." He looked back down again and shuffled in his seat, with clear signs of uncomfortableness. I decided to be straight up with him.
"Why are you ignoring me?" I demanded. He just shrugged and continued to look down.
"We had sex Kyle." I spelled it out, making sure no one was in the classroom yet before. "You don't have sex and never speak to them again."
"Don't you get it?" He suddenly spoke up with a sly smile and I noticed that people started to flood into the classroom. "That's all I wanted from you - to screw you, and you being an easy slut that you are, I knew I could get it." The crowd burst into laughter and I realised everyone heard. I clenched my jaw, holding in the tears. I was overcome with the temptation to punch him. So I did. Pain shot through my hand. He wasn't smiling anymore. Everyone stood there in shock as I forced a smile.
"Don't be a dick Kyle." I stated before I strutted out the room, everyone staring after me.
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I fell on the corridor floor and burst into tears. Everyone was in class and I decided to skip mine. I wouldn't dream about doing anything like this earlier this year but I guess a lot has changed. I buried my face in my knees, sobbing, confident that no one was there, but there was and soon I heard approaching footsteps.
"Look who it is." The haunting voice sent shivers down my spine. I look up to see the three stooges.
"It's the bitch that got away with making us look foolish." One of them spat. I stood up nervousness shaking through me.
"You don't need me to make you look foolish." I commented back. They all narrowed their eyes as Charlie stepped forward.
"You don't have the right to speak to us like that." He snarled and then all of sudden his hand whipped out and a burning pain shot across my face. The two girls giggled as I gasped and held my face.
"Now you wanna say anything else?" Charlie questioned challenging me and well, I was never one to turn down a challenge.
"You know you should learn to be a real man and use your wand." (A/N and that's not a dirty euphemism you gross people 😂) His face darkened and I turned to run as he launched at me. I sprinted down the corridor adrenaline pulsing through me but he was much faster than me and soon caught up, shoving me to the floor. My head smacked against the concrete and purple spots dotted my vision as a sense of dizziness washed over me. I turn over to see Charlie standing over me, smirking. Before I could get up again and run he lifted up his foot and stamped down onto my stomach. I groaned and curled up in pain. He grabbed the edge of my robes and pulled me to stand.
"Look at you." He spat. "You're all talk and no play. You're weak inside however much you pretend your not." He landed his fist across my cheek and I fell onto the floor just to have him stand me back up again.
"You will never make a mockery of us again, okay?" He threatened grasping a tight hold against my throat. I gave a small nod, my tough demeanour crumbling as tears ran down my face. He chuckled and then let go of me. I collapsed to the ground and he kicked me in the ribs a couple more times before leaving with the other two. I laid on the ground in a foetus position, tears bursting from me, and I stayed there until people started to come out of their lessons.
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I sat on my bed trying to get rid of all the thoughts. I'm a just a coward, a ugly slut that's no good for anything. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get rid of the haunting thoughts, in fact they got worse, louder and I couldn't think of anything else.
"Stop, stop." I whispered to myself, hitting my head repeatedly. The thoughts got louder.
"Stop!" I shouted. I willed them to stop, hitting my head harder. I ran my hands through my hair, pulling hard on it. I knew the thoughts were right, I couldn't deny it, nobody wanted me around, of course there was the reason that me and Ron weren't together. Why would he want to be with someone like me? I stood up and crossed the room, my head thumping. All of these thoughts just needed to stop. I ran into the bathroom and before I could think about it I grabbed my razor and pulled the blade out of it. I held it up to my arm but then hesitated. Do it, you deserve it. Do it you coward! I pulled it across my skin and pain ran down it. I deserve this. The thoughts were getting louder and I got angrier. Angry at the thoughts, angry that they were right, angry at the arseholes of the school, angry at myself, angry at the world. The anger over flowed and I cut across my wrist again. Again, again, again. I couldn't stop and then the bathroom door opened. Ron's smiled dropped from his face as he looked down at my arms. Blood was dripping from them, lots of it. I looked at Ron's shocked face and tears filled my eyes.
"I can't do this anymore." Ron raced towards me and grabbed a towel.
"Hermione, what did you do?" he cried out as he tried to stop the bleeding, wrapping it around my arm. I didn't answer him but watched him as he fussed over my arms in a panicked fashion. He finally looked up at me, tears in his eyes.
"What did you?" he asked me, his voice cracking, putting a bloody hand on my cheek.
"I'm sorry." I burst into tears and he pulled me into his chest. I sobbed into his chest and he held me tight, kissing the top of my head.
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So guys I don't want this fanfic to be one of those depressing ones (no hate to those kind btw, everyone needs a bit of depressing fanfic in their life) I just want my writing to be real and not hide away from the real world. I don't want to glamourise it because I think we have a lot of pressure to be 'normal' or what books class normal as and it all seems so perfect in books (I'm always saying that I'd prefer to live in my book world! 😊). But don't worry it's all gonna be happy soon so please keep reading. Love ya my little weirdos 😘 don't forget to vote and comment!