A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. This is right after the war, when they are back at the Burrow.

Ginny's POV-

I felt empty. Like their was a void inside of me that couldn't be filled. The world continued on. I didn't feel connected though. It was moving on and leaving me behind.

I couldn't sleep. I could barely keep any food down. I felt broken.

I would put a smile on my face even when I wasn't happy. I would laugh even though I didn't think that it was funny. I mirrored everyone else's positive expressions. I wouldn't frown or cry in front of anyone. I waited until I could be alone.

Behind my smile is a breaking heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Behind my eyes are tears at night. Behind my body is a soul trying to fight.

You might ask why I was feeling this way?

There were many reasons, but one in particular was the main cause of my depressed state. The nightmares. They came back. I tried everything that I could think of. From dreamless sleep potions to meditating. Nothing worked. The dreamless sleep potion worked the first time that I tried it, but when I tried it the next night, the nightmares were even worse. It was if the nightmares had become immune somehow.

Everyone treated me as if I could break at any minute. Shattering into a million pieces that could never be put back together. But it's too late. I'm already broken.

I had scars. Some you could see, some you couldn't. I had been tortured by the Carrows while I was at Hogwarts, but Ron kept on saying how what they experienced was worse than what I had experienced at Hogwarts. I had only told them about how they didn't give us food during the weekends and detentions were worse than Umbridge's (I didn't dare elaborate how they were worse). Dad knew what went on while I was at Hogwarts, now. He had read the statements that all of the students, who were there at the time, had to write. He probably told Mum what was going on there while I was there, but I made sure that Dad couldn't read my statement. I didn't want him, or anyone else, treat me differently. But they treated me as if I was an innocent fragile little doll that couldn't deal with the deaths that occurred at Hogwarts.

Hermione was the only one who didn't treat me that way. She knew about my nightmares. She knew that that was why I was depressed and distant. Since I wasn't old enough, she would cast silencing charms every night so that everyone wouldn't wake up when I started screaming and crying.

She would try to calm me down to get me to go back to sleep. But I would only be greeted by another nightmare.

She also tried to help me find different potions and medicines to help me sleep, but they didn't work (as I mentioned before).

I had told her more than I had told anyone else about my experiences at Hogwarts, but still not everything, and she tried to get Ron to stop complaining about how much worse it was destroying the horcruxes and that I was lucky to have been at Hogwarts, but he still continued to complain about it.

Everytime he started complaining I would just silently leave the room and go elsewhere.

Bill would try to stop him from complaining about it, but it didn't work. I knew that he saw the pain in my eyes and that he wanted to talk to me, but I was avoiding him.

I was always closest to Bill, George, and Fred. They had always been able to read me so well, but I could read them just as well.

With Fred gone and George never leaving his room, that left Bill to try to talk to me. He even tried getting Fluer to corner me so that he could talk to me.

I had gotten over Fred very quickly, mainly because I knew that that was what he would've wanted me to do. He would want me to be happy.