Now I'm gonna try first person POV.

"I can't believe she'd do that!"

"Tried to jump 25 meters. Why?"

"I told you something was off about her!"

"Is she going to be okay?"

Light hit my eyes as I awoke. Everything was blurry at first as I slowly opened my eyes. There were about a dozen people by my bedside.

"She's awake!" someone exclaimed.

"Oh thank God!" one girl sighed as she began to cry.

Was the girl crying for me? Impossible.

"W-what happened? Where am I?" I asked in a dazed tone.

"Luna, why?" a girl in a Ravenclaw robe asked me.

The girl looked to be about my age.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Alright, everyone out of the way!" a familiar voice exclaimed.
"Get back to your dormitories."

"I'm staying," the girl resolved.

"Miss Lydia, please go back to your dormitory."

"Not until I know she's safe. Please, Professor Flitwick!"

"Do you want her to stay, Luna?"

I gave this some thought. The girl called Lydia seemed to have some concern for me. I nodded.

"Alright, you may stay," he told her as she sat down in the chair next to my bedside.

"Professor Flitwick, what happened?"

"I'd like to ask you the same question, Luna," another familiar voice said in teared fury.

I glanced up to see Hermione, her face stained with tears, at the door leading into the Hospital Wing. Beside her were Ginny, Ron, Neville, Harry, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Dumbledore.

"What do you mean?" I asked as they walked up to my bedside.

"Don't give me that," Hermione scoffed in anger.

"You almost got yourself killed!"

"Luna, if you were hurting, you could've talked to us about it," Ginny added with sympathy.

This didn't feel right. I didn't want them to be burdened by me, so I shook my head.

"I'm fine, really," I lied.

"I don't think almost getting yourself killed says someone is fine," Lydia added in tears.

"Oh God! I should've asked you sooner," Hermione moaned in agony.

"It's not your responsibility, Hermione," I told her.

"Luna, I care about you!" she nearly screamed.
"Don't you understand that? You're like the little sister I never had."

A sense of shock ran through me. I had a feeling she did care a bit about me, but to the point where she thought of me as like her family? The thought never crossed my mind.

"Really?" I asked.

"Of course!" she cried as tears fell down her face.

"We all do, Luna," Ginny added.
"We're willing to listen if you're hurting, which it seems like you are."

"Seems like it?" Hermione gasped.
"She had a blade covered in blood in the girl's bathroom, and I overheard her telling Moaning Myrtle that she'd be better off dead!"

Everyone turned to me and stared.

"Bloody hell," Ron gasped.
"You're hurting that badly?"

I shook my head.

"I told you! I'm fine!" I urged them.

"Will you stop lying already?" Hermione gasped.
"You nearly committed suicide!"

"You have no proof that it was suicide!" I snapped.

"I beg to differ," a low voice snaked into the conversation.

I looked up to meet the eyes of Professor Snape.

"You had your arms out, you were on the ledge, and leaning over. For someone in Ravenclaw, you should know that suicide is a stupid course of action."

The last sentence made me turn slightly red in anger. True that it wasn't the best action, but did he really expect me to be able to think clearly whilst I was in a state of complete hopelessness?

"You saw her in the tower, Severus?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

"Miss Granger had come running into my office and told me she believed Miss Lovegood had intentions to take her own life immediately. Naturally, I followed and her suspicions were proven correct."

"Is it true, Miss Lovegood? Did you intend to kill yourself?" Dumbledore asked me.

I gulped and my eyes mentally darted left and right. I knew it was best to be honest, but I was also worried they would send me to an insane asylum. Besides, solitary confinement is not the solution to the suicidal. However Hermione was starting to have more support and my cover was starting to fall apart. Perhaps it was best to confess right there and then.

I sighed and nodded, my eyes glancing downward in shame.

"I did," I whispered low.
"I did intend to kill myself."

I heard a sudden clamor of footsteps and a door slam. I glanced up and found that there was one less person in the room.

"Where's Neville gone?" I asked.

"I dunno," Ron shrugged.

"I'll go check on him," Harry volunteered and he turned and started out.

I scanned the room for who else was there. Professor Snape was towering over the majority in annoyance and concern. Professor McGonagall was sighing as shaking her head. Professor Dumbledore was...just watching; it was kind of like his favorite soap opera had just come on.

Ron had his lips pursed in awkwardness. Hermione was attempting to hold back tears. Ginny was rubbing her back trying to comfort her. Surprisingly Lydia, once blubbering in tears, was now completely stoic. I was a little confused.

"You're not going to send me to an insane asylum, are you?" I asked Dumbledore, a bit of fear trailing in my tone.

"No," he replied.
"Mental hospitals don't really do much to help; there's still some stigma of mental illness in the muggle world. You can stay at Hogwarts for now, but you'll have to stay in the hospital wing for a while."

"You're not going to tell my dad, are you? He has enough strain as it is."

There was a moment of silence as Dumbledore considered the request. My heart clenched tightly in my chest and my lungs seemed to shrink. I could hear my heartbeat beating in my brain like a military drum. The last person I would want to tell about this would be my dad. Well, actually You-Know-Who would be the last, but he's a close penultimate.

"We shall see. I think you'd better be heading back," he said turning to Hermione, Ginny, and Ron.

"I'm not leaving," Hermione said harshly.
"Professor, I'm not sure if I trust Luna to be left alone."

"I understand you possess a great deal of concern, but I have someone else who will be keeping her company."

"Who?"

"They prefer to remain unnamed for now, but they have a fairly significant amount of knowledge in this subject. Now come along."

Dumbledore escorted my reluctant friends and the other teachers out. I looked around the room. I was the only patient in the Hospital Wing.

"I wonder who Dumbledore's assigned to help me with this."

"Wonder no more," a voice beside me said.

I turned to see Lydia sitting cross-legged on the chair beside my bed.

"Weren't you in tears earlier?"

She nodded.

"It was more of a cover, not that I'm not concerned about you, Luna, because I am."

"But why did Dumbledore assign you?"

Lydia sighed and switched her crossed legs.

"Because I have depression myself. I've also done quite a bit of research on the subject. And he's right, you know."

"Right about what?"

"The muggle world still has quite a bit of stigma towards mental health problems. Even I still have some internal stigma."

"You do?"

"Indeed. And even if I need the help for it, I still feel scared to be put on-hold in a hospital. To me, me being held in a mental hospital is one way of failing myself, which actually almost happened to me."

I looked at her in amazement, sadness, and shock. She seemed to hand