I'm not afraid of standing still

I'm just afraid of being bored

I'm not afraid of speaking my mind

I'm just afraid of being ignored

I'm not afraid of feeling

and I'm not afraid of trying

I'm just afraid of losing

Ginny sat alone in her room, Hermione was out with Ron and Harry. They had once again neglected to invite her. She knew Herm would miss Ron horridly when he went away, but didn't they think she would too? Oh well, they wouldn't be out too late, would they? She'd just read or something until they got back, but first she needed to get off this make-up, or what was left of it, the tears had washed a good deal away.

And I am afraid of dying

Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too

Without you yes I do

Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too

Without you yes I...

Ginny made her way down the hall to the bathroom, quietly, hoping that her mother wouldn't here her footsteps, she was in no mood to deal with her. The hot water felt nice upon her face, and she decided that maybe a bath would make her feel better, it always did. She filled the tub, then climbed inside. After about a half-hour she noticed and random razor-blade laying on the sink. No doubt it was one of her brothers'. It looked quite interesting with the light playing on it and she sudenly had the urge to pick it up. So up out of the tub she leaned, taking in into her hand. The smooth metal blade slid out of her hand, grazing the flesh of her other arm. The blood began to pool on her skin, mixing with the water, it too looked interesting when the light played on it. Sudenly, almost too sudenly, an idea hit her.

I'm not afraid of being sick

I'm more afraid of being well

I'm not afraid

Put the gun in my hand

I'm just afraid it will hurt like (hurt like) hell

She lifted the blade to her wrist, her hand shaking horibly, and made a tiny incision, not deep enough to kill her, but deep enough to spark something in her brain. She watched the blood pour down her hand and into the water. Slowly it despersed, fading from crimson to light pink and then stopped. She stared at the mark which no longer bled and then back at the blade, she was too much of a coward. . .

* * *

I'm not afraid of screaming

and I'm not afraid of crying

I'm just afraid of forgetting

And I am afraid of dying

Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too

Without you yes I do

Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too

Without you yes I...

Fear of

Fear of

Fear of

Fear of

Sobs racked her small form, as she made her way to her room. What had she done? What had made her so eager to end her own life? The blade was still clamped tightly in her hand, she could feel the blood dampening the skin of her palm. She could hear Hermione, Ron, and Harry returning home, she didn't want to see them, she was still angry at them for leaving her.

I'm not afraid of looking ugly

I couldn't care what they say

I'm not afraid of happy endings

I'm just afraid my life won't work that way

She climbed into her bed, maybe if she turned out the lights they'd leave her alone. . .Their footsteps came up the stairs and past her door. Inside she felt sad that they'd not even bothered to let her know they were back. . .Maybe it would all seem better in the morning. . .