This is my first time to write a story on Fan Fiction. Be gentle with the flames! Also, I know that Ginny's real name is Ginerva, but in this story, it's going to be Virginia Michelle Weasley. Okay? Last but not least, I would like to dedicate this story to my new friend, Alex.
Fear. That was the only word that came to mind as she held the pistol in her hand. She lay on the auburn couch in the Gryffindor Common Room wondering what her decision would be. A single tear ran down her pale cheek. She turned to look out the open window as the moonlight spilled across the lawn. The Quidditch Pitch was clearly visible from her seat next to the fireplace. The eerie shadows cast across the ground made her shiber involuntarily. There were so many things that were wrong, so many things that made her become the way she was. Suicidal.
If only he wouldn't have done that with her. Danny told Ginny he loved her. Obviously love (to him) was going behind your girlfriend's back and sucking some Ravenclaw's face. Why was he with that fake stereotype with big boobs? Was her true beauty not good enough for him? Was she boring, and not at all captivating? The questions were buzzing through her mind so fast it made her head spin.
Ginny stood up and walked across the empty room. Her footsteps echoed against the walls. She stood in front of the mirror. More tears ran down her porcelain face. Little did she know, some boys would kill to be her main attraction. 'Look at you,' she thought. 'You can't even hold yourself together over something this simple. You deserve to be six feet under.'
She looked down; the gun was still in her hand. It was already loaded; she had taken care of that earlier. Where had she gotten the gun? She had borrowed it and a single bullet from her dad. He would never notice that it was gone until he found out about his daughter's death. The trigger was practically screaming, "Pull me, pull me!" She ran the cool metal against the top of her thigh. The thought of death seemed so inviting.
'Go ahead, pull it, you know you want to. Come on, what are you waiting for?' the voice in her head spoke the words that she wanted to hear. Her finger lingered on the trigger.
'But what about all the people I love?' another voice argued back. 'What about Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron...Harry?'
"Harry?" she whispered out loud. Where had that come from?
"Maybe I should wait," she stated plainly to nobody. She quickly ran up to her dorm. On the way up, she passed another mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, and blotchy. She ignored her reflection. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her trunk. She traced the outline of her initials that were carved into the dark mahogany wood. V.M.W. Virginia Michelle Weasley. She let out a heavy sigh as she opened the trunk. She then put the gun on the right hand side at the very bottom. She stood up as she slammed it shut.With that she turned on her heel and headed to the Great Hall.