Help....? (open)

The day was cold and just starting. Wizards and witches alike awaking from their rooms at the Leaky Cauldron and heading out to Diagon Alley.
I sat at a table just under the main stair case, my back to the wall,
a shimmering grey hood over my head of dark locks.
My eyes are sore and a little red, from crying all night. "They're all gone" I whisper quietly.

I hide my cut up hands under the table and tilt my head down so no one can see my bruised forehead.

I feel light headed, the cut on my side had stopped bleeding but only because my dress had clogged the cut if I tried moving it, it would surely start up again.
Taking in deep breaths,I try to stay conscious. But next thing I knew my already hurting forehead hit the hard wood table and I was out like a light.