Disclaimer: these fictional people are property of J.K Rowling
I'm on the edge. I'm standing here, because he'll never love me. I'm here because I can't be perfect. I'm on the edge, because I can't live up to the expatiation. I will never be as kind as Al, as bold as James, or as smart as Hugo. I will never be as beautiful as Victorie, of as ambitious as Molly. I could never be as athletic as Louis or as funny as Fred. I cannot be as honest as Lucy, nor as logical as Dominique. I will never be as open minded as Roxanne, couragous as Lily, or as creative as Teddy. I will always be Rose the boring Weasley. I can't be my mother, I can't be perfect. I will never be the girl I should be. I will never get perfect grades. I don't play sports. I don't like to study. I hate pranks. I don't belong I'm an out cast always on the edge.
So I'm here on the edge of the astronomy tower about to jump. The chilly Autumn breeze around me. Sending my red hair around my face. I wonder if I'll be missed. Will anyone care? I doubt it. But I can always hope, maybe he'll care. Maybe he'll save me. If only, than I wouldn't do this. I take a ragged breath, and I close my eyes.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asks sounding worried.
"Nothing" I lied.
"Like hell you're standing to the edge of the astronomy tower, looking like you want to jump."
"I am going to jump." I reply.
"Why are you going to kill yourself?" He asks.
"Because I can't do it, I can't be perfect." I tell him "You'll never love me." I whisper to myself. I hear him come up behind me. Is he going to push me off? I hope so. Than I could die his voice being the last thing I heard. I would like that.
"Rose don't do it. You are perfect to me. I love you Rosie, don't jump." He tells me I don't believe him. He just doesn't want me to jump. He doesn't want to witness my suicide. No can love me I'm the loser, the boring girl. How could he love me. He's perfect.
"You're lying. You don't love me." I say. He grabs my wrist and gently pulls me down. I turn to face him. His warm gray eyes staring into my blue eyes. I want to melt but he holds on to me.
"I love you Rose just the way you are." than he crushed his lips to mine. I swear it was heaven. His lips are soft and warm. They taste like chocolate. After a minute he pulls back. Than he holds me and lets me cry. I pour my heart out to him, and he sits there listening rubbing soothing circles on my back. I never want him to let go. For a minute I feel safe. For a minute I feel loved. I look up and smile at him. He smiles back. I start to feel that everything is going to be alright. I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes.
But then I open my eyes. I'm still standing on the edge. He won't rescue me. No one will pull me back. No one will save me. Because I'm not loved. I'm alone. So I take a deep breath and jump.
A/N so what do you think should i do a thing with reactions to her suicide? yes? no? let me know. Review please they make me so happy. ~WeasleyatHeart99