It was a nice day in the Weasley household. Ron Weasley was reading the newspaper in the couch and Hermione Weasley- Granger was cooking dinner. They knew that Hugo and Rose were fine in their rooms.
Hugo was. But Rose Weasley wasn't.
She stared at herself in the mirror. What's the purpose of her life? All think that she's a slut and ugly, even her parents. Why she's still there? All the things that happened... Ron, Hermione, Hugo, James Potter and his two siblings, Dominique Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy, Elizabeth Nott, all of them were responsible for their pain.
"Mom?" she shouted. No response. They had gotten out with Hugo to visit Harry and Ginny. Rose had forgotten that she had said that she would not come with them.
Rose let a cry and threw all of her things in the floor, sobbing. She decided this long ago but now it seemed so scare. Isn't it tragic to commit suicide to escape from pain?
Rose knew that she had left the notes in suitable places and hands. She went to the bathroom dressed in her favourite clothes. She filled the bathtub with water and got inside it. She opened the drawer and pulled out the silver knife. With a big breath, she made a cut.
Rose screamed in pain but didn't let the knife down. In a few minutes, she would have escaped the pain. She screamed and screamed but felt relieved. She was taking her physical pain away.
The knife fall to the red water. Rose's eyes slowly closed. She wouldn't listen to Hermione's screams, Ron's cries for regret, neither Hugo's sobs. She wouldn't see people crying regretting everything they don't did.
Because Rose Weasley was dead.
A/N. It's one one shot, it'll be continued"