Imaginary
She lay there. Everything was growing darker. She had never tried it before. The pink shaving razor still lay on the ledge of the tub and the crimson liquid poured down her body.
Reality began to drift away as Ginny Weasly smiled a tired and fatigued smile. The blood mixed with the bubbles and water going down the drain. It would be over soon.
Consciousness left her body for a few moments and she drifted into a world of painless dream. The sky was a deep purple and the grass baby blue. Clouds the color of fresh pink cotton candy drifted over head. She related it to a song Hermione let her listen to.
Hermione had told Ginny the feeling she got when the silver shard glided across her skin. It sounded perfect to her. And to Ginny and Hermione it was perfect.
Ginny flipped on the charmed CD player on the counter. A haunting melody with beautiful, piercing words drifted out. As the song ended, she wrote the last set of words on the wall in her pure, fresh blood:
CHRIST?
TOURNIQUET…
MY SUICIDE
The last two words were larger and "suicide" had been underlined. Then it happened. Ginny Weasly collapsed into the bottom of the tub still covered n her blood. She had at last and eternally drifted away.
She lay peacefully in her field of paper flowers as her sobbing brother, Ron, lifted her scarred, bloody body from the tub.
