A/N: HEYHEYHEY everyone!! This is a new fic, but I hope that it is ok...and not too depressing...idon't think I will continue it, this is just an experimental fic....so hope u enjoy it!
She had sat in her window every day of summer vacation, staring out at the sun-drenched fields beyond the clouded pane of glass. She loved the way the grain in the fields rippled in the wind, like a freestanding molten river. She loved the lacy patterns the sunlight made on her walls, and the specks of dust that floated in the sunbeams around her head.
The rough wood of the window frame dug into her cheek firmly, a solid reminder. Her hands were circled around her legs protectively, guarding against something, a distant, not quite recognizable fear. Like always, she sat on the window, and thought. She thought of all of her past flames, the strongest, by far, being Harry. How she had longed for him.....but that was all over now. Harry was dead, Hermione was dead, Neville was dead. Ron was dead. All that she kept living for was the rest of her family. In her 7th and last year of school, she couldn't seem to reach beyond the protective shell of her skin. She felt that if she tried to reach outside of herself, then she might wrinkle and shrink, because the air was too full of memories, and she couldn't seem to escape from them.
She tried to care that she had summer homework that was sitting untouched in her desk drawer. She tried to care that she was growing increasingly thin, as the days passed and she would often forget to eat. She tried to care that her mother's worried face was beginning to be increasingly more lined and her hair was turning grayer every day. She couldn't seem to drag herself away from her window.
Hours could pass and she would sit in a trance....looking out the window at the slowly darkening sky, and at the stars that twinkled in a friendly way at her from the top of the sky. She wanted to say so many things, but she couldn't. When she looked at the stars, she didn't have to say anything at all, they just looked at her patiently.
Ginny tore her gaze away from the sky outside her window, and looked at the clock. It was 2:37 a.m. she supposed she better get to bed. Either that, or she could sit here forever, not caring, just staring at those wondrous stars that gazed at her lovingly, like the friends and family that she had lost. She suddenly felt a rush of emotions. The very same emotions that she had pushed away so arduously months before came rushing to her, almost making her fall off of the windowsill. She clutched the edges of the window frame as tears streamed, unbidden from her eyes and slid onto the thin, delicate, white expanse of her collarbone. She looked down at the floor, and the tears continued to flow from her once lively eyes.
She felt it was a great effort to keep herself upright and she fell to the floor, not registering the pain in her shoulder, and she felt herself slipping into the dark place that she had inhabited for so long when everything had gone wrong. She welcomed the darkness. It was a blessed relief to let go.
Mrs. Weasley made her way into Ginny's room and saw her prone, sallow figure lying on the floor, her great blue eyes vacant and staring. She swallowed a sob and went to her daughter, lifting her from the floor and placing her in her bed and covering her with the coverlet. She stood by her bedside for a moment, looking at her only daughter's shallow breathing. Things had gone so wrong. But what can you do except try and hold on, even when everything is falling through your fingers and you can't stop the pieces of your life from dropping away.
R/R: this is a one-shot just so you know. So.......how do u like it?????? R&R please!!!