Stories from the Deep End – Better Off
He sat there, seeing nothing yet everything at once. The light gleamed dangerously off the small knife that was clutched tightly in his shaking hand. He looked down at it, turning it over to see both sides of it.
'It isn't that bad.' He mused silently. But then, if it wasn't, then why was he so ready to go so far?
No, it wasn't that bad, and it wasn't that hard. He just had to stop thinking for a while. Then it wasn't hard.
He pushed the knife against his wrist easily. He closed his eyes tightly. Pain shot through him, around him, emitted from him. And it was strange, because he expected it to be something he wouldn't regret. But as he thought of his family, his friends, his enemies, he suddenly wished that the world around him wasn't suddenly going black.
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' I have written this in hopes that you will understand why I left, why I didn't feel the need to stay here. I know that you all probably don't care though, I mean, what kind of special thing did I have?
Maybe it was because I was selfish. Yeah, that would make sense, wouldn't it? I mean, I was selfish because I wanted something to myself. I mean, Charlie and Bill are out on their own, supporting themselves in their own way, Percy's the once head boy with much potential, Fred and George are the funny ones, and Ginny's the only girl. Even my two best friends, Harry, the boy who lived, and Hermione, the smart one. Where does that leave me? I have nothing.
I have to admit this, even though it's too late now. I know that you probably don't care, Hermione, but I had/have affections towards you. I really wish that you had the same, but like I said, it's too late now.
I guess you didn't expect this, to find me dead here, on the floor of my room with a knife in my wrist at sixteen.
Mum, dad, Ginny, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, this isn't your fault. I think it's just mine really. I just found ways to turn everything into something bad. Looks like I've screwed up again.
This is my final good bye. Don't worry about me; I'm pretty sure that you'll see it my way eventually. You're much better off without me.
I'll miss you all,
Ronald Weasley'
Ginny ran out of the room, crying and screaming for her parents.
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I don't know what brought this on. I couldn't sleep and all of the sudden this popped into my head. And not only that, but the next two parts that I'm planning to add as well. Well, I hope you enjoyed this, please r/r.
-bucket girlie