Defective
By: Sweet-Suicide-41
Ginny reflects on her relationship troubles of the past, and present.
'I must be defective,' she thought as she rose into a sittng position from her spot on the floor. "There must be something so unnappealing, so repulsive about me that it drives men to hate the sight of me. Hermione tells me that it isn't true, but she never saw the looks of revulsion, and the hurtful words that Mat used to throw my way, and she never felt the pain when Charles hit me. I am weak, and I am ugly, and I'm defective. But most of all, I'm stupid.'
'I promised myself that I would never stay in an abusive relationship, that I would never be one of those women that cower before thier husban, and walk around the house in fear of what he would do, but look where I am. Bloodied up and on the floor like a dog while he sleeps in the bed. Why am I so weak. Maybe I've been hit in the head to many times. Plenty of other girls have been in this situation, and yet I can't leave the bastard. Why? All he does is cause me pain, and make me suffer because he's "stressed". But I suppose he has a right to be. I mean he is who he is.'
She gingerly stood up, and went into the bathroom, and washed her face with cool, clean water. Then she went back into the bedroom, and slowly climbed on the bed, praying to Merlin that the springs wouldn't creak.
She looked over at her husband of two years, and brushed his unruly black hair out of his eyes, and lightly traced the thin lightning bolt scar on his farehead.
She gazed out the window, and found her wishing star, then said in a low, almost innaudible whisper, "I wish you were who I thought you were."
the end
Discalimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
By: Sweet-Suicide-41
Ginny reflects on her relationship troubles of the past, and present.
'I must be defective,' she thought as she rose into a sittng position from her spot on the floor. "There must be something so unnappealing, so repulsive about me that it drives men to hate the sight of me. Hermione tells me that it isn't true, but she never saw the looks of revulsion, and the hurtful words that Mat used to throw my way, and she never felt the pain when Charles hit me. I am weak, and I am ugly, and I'm defective. But most of all, I'm stupid.'
'I promised myself that I would never stay in an abusive relationship, that I would never be one of those women that cower before thier husban, and walk around the house in fear of what he would do, but look where I am. Bloodied up and on the floor like a dog while he sleeps in the bed. Why am I so weak. Maybe I've been hit in the head to many times. Plenty of other girls have been in this situation, and yet I can't leave the bastard. Why? All he does is cause me pain, and make me suffer because he's "stressed". But I suppose he has a right to be. I mean he is who he is.'
She gingerly stood up, and went into the bathroom, and washed her face with cool, clean water. Then she went back into the bedroom, and slowly climbed on the bed, praying to Merlin that the springs wouldn't creak.
She looked over at her husband of two years, and brushed his unruly black hair out of his eyes, and lightly traced the thin lightning bolt scar on his farehead.
She gazed out the window, and found her wishing star, then said in a low, almost innaudible whisper, "I wish you were who I thought you were."
the end
Discalimer: I don't own anything you recognize.