Bullied By The Marauders

Chapter 11

I went to sleep again.

But couldn't.

I grabbed my wand.

'Diffindo.'

'DIFFINDO.'

It was as if I couldn't let myself live without hurting myself.

As if I couldn't become myself if I didn't harm myself.

I couldn't live without self harm, which sounds funny, because I do it to kill myself.

I conjured a rope.

I hung it from the ceiling of the ROR.

Then I tied the bottom into a loop. I got a chair and stood on it, then put my head in the hole of the loop.

“WAIT, DIANA NO!”

That was Potter’s voice.

How did he get in here?

“Its too late.” I said, tears falling down my cheeks. “I’m done, and I’m not sorry.”

I kicked the chair away.

My breath started going away from me little by little.

But Potter cut the rope and I fell to the floor.

Then, the world went black for a second time.