Secrets

Dead(ish)

Ok so I'm sorry I haven't posted anything lately but I'm going to start posting weekly because I really want to write this story I'm just still figuring out where it's going! Ok here you go!

There was a time when Nick and I were good. When I cared about him and wasn't afraid of him. When he was sweet, soft, gentle even.

Unless he never was any of those things.
Unless I only fooled myself into thinking that we were ever good.

Maybe it's not that it wasn't there.
Just that I couldn't see it.

I convinced myself that he was just in a bad mood. Things will get better I said.

Things will get better.

He'll change.

But I was wrong.

People don't change.
Not really.
They only fool themselves into thinking that they do.

We can change what's on the outside but what's inside is never too far off from the original.

The kind of drastic change I needed. Wasn't going to happen for me. I was dreaming. Making up a reality that couldn't exist in the real world.

I used to be so hopeful.
I used to be a dreamer.
I used to be free.
He took that from me.

He's taken everything thing from me.

"Hey babe." My eyes fluttered open softly at a familiar voice that I instantly recognized and in that moment I wish I had still been sleeping.

Help I tried to force out but I couldn't produce any voice at all.

"I figured that you would try to talk eventually but I never thought it would be this soon." Nick spoke in a tone so deadly the hair at the back of my neck stood straight up and my eyes widened with fear. Of him. He whipped out a pocket knife from the muggle world. "This is the most efficient way to get it done. Magic is too obvious since they could track my wand. I could smother you but then my DNA would be all over this place. No one saw me walk in here so I think I'm in the clear." He flicked open the knife and I whimpered trying to move back. I tried to scream. But nothing came out of my coarse throat.

"Don't worry, I sound proofed around us so I don't think that screaming would even work in here. No one can hear you. No one can save you now. No one can save you from me."

"Please." I managed to squeak out.

He laughed. A sickening laugh that made my stomach flip. "Goodbye Hermione." He raises the knife and lowered is swiftly into my abdomen.

The pain I felt couldn't even be described. It was like my body was on fire and I couldn't do anything about it. I coughed and choked trying to cry out but ultimately couldn't do anything. He yanked the knife out and once again lowered it swiftly this time to my chest. I could hear my sternum crash under his pressure. My breath left me and couldn't get it back. He's really not taking any chances. I laid there for seconds that felt like hours. Unable to breathe or even move. My mouth wide open from the raging pain in my body and the ability to scream in agony lost. I felt completely numb with the searing pain and all I could do was lay there staring into the face of my demise. And the sick man who caused it. The monitor to my right started beeping erratically and still just laid there paralyzed yet I could feel the soul being ripped from my body slowly. I was dying.

My brain was on fire like the rest of my body. I couldn't even comprehend the amount of agonizing pain I was in. It was unreal. Yet there I was.

Black dots swirled in my vision as I heard for only a second the monitor next to me change it tone from the rapid beating to nothing. Flatline.

I just died.

My eyes popped open and swung up from the hospital bed panting and sweating.

"Mione," Harry yelled out trying to calm me. "Everything is going to be ok. Calm down. You're safe now." He placed his hand on my back which was reassuring in a weird way.

Ron chimed in too. "We've got you. We're not going to let anything happen to you." My breathing started to settle as I realized that it was all a dream. I was still alive. But I felt it. All of it. I died.

"Mione I think we need to have a conversation about you and Nick." Harry brought up once I started breathing normally again. Even the mention of his name made my heart stop. Only for a second.

"I think we should." I agreed.

This is was going to be fun.