Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter, just the plot.
A/N: This is just something random I did one night. It doesn't go for very long at all. Hope you like, R&R.
Ginny sat down, tears streaming from her eyes, down her cheeks. Putting her hands together, she closed her eyes, and prayed.
"Dear god, it's been a while. I was just wondering if you could do me a favour. I was wondering if you could ease up a little on the pain end you know?"
She opened her eyes and stared ahead, not worrying about the fact that her cheeks were wet, her nose stuffed, and that she was whispering.
"It's just that, things are like, really hard right now, and I'm not sure how much more I'll be able to take. I think I've reached my limit. Please send something good my way?" She had to pause. "But if you can't, then I was just wondering-"
She could hardly finish, her tears were now dripping off her chin onto her shirt.
"I-if you c-cou-could, just-well-let me die. Let me go to s-sleep tonight and n-not wake up. Because I'm scared that if this hurt I'm feeling all the time k-keeps going, then I'll have to do it myself".
Finishing suddenly, she decided that it was all a waste of time. With sleep looking like a good idea at the moment, she laid down on the couch in front of the fire, and let sleep take over, with a little hope that god would do as she asked, and she wouldn't wake up.
There you go. (smiles sarcastically), sorry, in a bad mood rite now, this story should have been put up ages ago, but with stupid maccas (work) and relationship, haven't been thinking bout fanfic. Sorry guys.