The young woman's emotions is what brings her down to a specific
area. Confussion, worry, hatred, sadness, and sometimes constant fear.
Fear of her family and friends finding out who she really is.
A young teenage redhead girl sat on the cold damp grass near a
large oak tree. She came here often to relieve hersef of all her
emotions. She was completely enclosed by the darkness around her.
Ginny Weasley could always tell there was something different about
herself. Even from a very young age. She was not only different because
her entire family was full of witches and wizards. No, that wasn't it.
It was because of the way she felt inside. The feelings that ran
through her heart, body, and soul.
Ginny sat under the oak tree alone in the middle of the night.
Every single emotion that can be felt ran through her mind. The emotions
felt like a freight train that never slowed down. As her emotions carried
on to anger she reached into the pocket of her pj shorts. She pulled out
a white handkercheif. Ginny staired at the white cloth. Red splatters
were covering the fabric in various places. The splatters were not
apart of the cloth but apart of the teenage weasley girl. Ginny ran her
finger tips across the red stains. As she touched the spots she
remembered the blood dripping off her wrist and thighs on to the
handkercheif. She remimised to herself about the first time she began
to cut. The feeling of being free of all her worries and fears that
left when the double sided razor slid through her flesh. The feelings
of agerline rushed through her body. Ginny remembered the last time
she ran the razor over her skin. Which had been 3 months ago. 3 miserable
months. Only now after so long she couldn't resist the urge to take away
her pain in one simple cut.
The young teenager unfolded the cloth and a silver razor fell to the
ground. After picking it up she held it between her fingers stairing down
at the sharp edges. She took a lighter out of her pocket and held the
razor over the flame. Ginny watched as the razor became hotter and harder
to hold. After disengaging the flame she sat waiting for the razor to
cool. As she lifted the bottom of her spaghetti strap shirt she thought
this will be the first time I run it along my stomach. Ginny placed the
sharp edge below her navel and slowly ran it across her pale skin causing
a 3 inch scratch. She lifted the razor and placed it at the begging of
the scratch. She deepened the blade until a dark red substance began to
form. Ginny let out a soft whimper as the razor slid from one end of the
cut to the other. She dropped the blade onto the grass as blood began to
pour from the cut. She placed the cloth over her wound letting the blood
absorb. Ginny leaned back against the tree trunk as a few tears ran down
her ghost white cheeks. "I love you, Hermione" Ginny said as she remembered
her secret feelings for Hermione Granger to be the reason for her late
night cuttings.
area. Confussion, worry, hatred, sadness, and sometimes constant fear.
Fear of her family and friends finding out who she really is.
A young teenage redhead girl sat on the cold damp grass near a
large oak tree. She came here often to relieve hersef of all her
emotions. She was completely enclosed by the darkness around her.
Ginny Weasley could always tell there was something different about
herself. Even from a very young age. She was not only different because
her entire family was full of witches and wizards. No, that wasn't it.
It was because of the way she felt inside. The feelings that ran
through her heart, body, and soul.
Ginny sat under the oak tree alone in the middle of the night.
Every single emotion that can be felt ran through her mind. The emotions
felt like a freight train that never slowed down. As her emotions carried
on to anger she reached into the pocket of her pj shorts. She pulled out
a white handkercheif. Ginny staired at the white cloth. Red splatters
were covering the fabric in various places. The splatters were not
apart of the cloth but apart of the teenage weasley girl. Ginny ran her
finger tips across the red stains. As she touched the spots she
remembered the blood dripping off her wrist and thighs on to the
handkercheif. She remimised to herself about the first time she began
to cut. The feeling of being free of all her worries and fears that
left when the double sided razor slid through her flesh. The feelings
of agerline rushed through her body. Ginny remembered the last time
she ran the razor over her skin. Which had been 3 months ago. 3 miserable
months. Only now after so long she couldn't resist the urge to take away
her pain in one simple cut.
The young teenager unfolded the cloth and a silver razor fell to the
ground. After picking it up she held it between her fingers stairing down
at the sharp edges. She took a lighter out of her pocket and held the
razor over the flame. Ginny watched as the razor became hotter and harder
to hold. After disengaging the flame she sat waiting for the razor to
cool. As she lifted the bottom of her spaghetti strap shirt she thought
this will be the first time I run it along my stomach. Ginny placed the
sharp edge below her navel and slowly ran it across her pale skin causing
a 3 inch scratch. She lifted the razor and placed it at the begging of
the scratch. She deepened the blade until a dark red substance began to
form. Ginny let out a soft whimper as the razor slid from one end of the
cut to the other. She dropped the blade onto the grass as blood began to
pour from the cut. She placed the cloth over her wound letting the blood
absorb. Ginny leaned back against the tree trunk as a few tears ran down
her ghost white cheeks. "I love you, Hermione" Ginny said as she remembered
her secret feelings for Hermione Granger to be the reason for her late
night cuttings.