A/N: Challenge Fic for the 'Hermione's Breakdown/Addiction' Challenge made by the lovely Jade Star. The Prompt I used was Blood :) Hope you like

Blood

Blood.

That red mess that keeps us alive. Alive? What a joke. I watch it trickle from my wrists and feel less alive then ever. What would it matter if I took the blade and slit my throat? What would matter if I ended everything?

I stand up and look in the mirror holding the blade to my throat.

Would anyone notice? Would anyone even care? I slam my hand down gripping the blade and cutting into my hand. That warm tingle of blood covers my hand and I smile. Unfortunately I had forgotten to lock the door and I heard the handle move before I had time lock it someone walked in. Not just any someone, Ron, my current, head in the clouds, don't-care-to-much-about-being-in-a-relationship boyfriend.

He stood in the door way watching me, starring at me. No, starring at the blood, the most vibrant thing in the room, the only thing anyone ever notices. He quickly shut the door and moved over to me grabbing the blade, my existence and through it across the room. Ron starred at me Wordlessly.

"How long have you been doing this?" I blinked a few times as if to tell myself he wasn't there and the blood loss had finally taken over me. But he was there, there was no running any more. I looked down at the blood, the cuts, the scars. It was if I was looking through a new set of eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked me, was that fear or worry in his voice? Hurt maybe? Anger? I was so confused.

"Australia," I managed to strangle out.

"You did this because of Australia?" Ron asked me, I was under the impression that he thought I had lost it. In a way I guess I had, I always knew I would though, it was only a matter of time. He was still starring expecting an answer, my throat was tight, I could barely breath.

"When I went to Australia, I saw mum and dad, but they just looked at me as if I was crazy. I gave up everything Ron, Everything!" I said loudly. I could feel the hot sensation of tears pounding against my eyes, but I was already dead, nothing was going to come out.

"Hermione why didn't you talk to me about this?" he asked. Was he sympathising? Why?

"You don't understand," I said simply, lifelessly.

"Of course I do Hermione." was he kidding?

"No you don't!" I said angrily pushing away. "your family is always there, my family called the police because I was 'stalking them'" I yelled. How dare he think he understands the feeling of being alone. Your not suppose to have your parents forget, it is not right. He moved closer, I wanted to move but I couldn't I just stood still letting him. He stood in front of me and gripped my arms with his hands.

"Hermione," he said softly. I looked p at him under my lashes. "I want to help," he said softly. I am not sure what it was. Maybe it was knowing that someone cared, or maybe that someone finally noticed I was in trouble, but all I could do is lean forward and cry into his chest.