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Er- not mine.Note:
I got this idea from watching fireworks and thinking of Ginny and how suicidal I make her. I can't believe no one else gets it! Ugh. Ah, well. Here goes.Up In Flames
She didn't know exactly how she'd do it. She knew that it had to be something different, drastic, irregular; new. Something that no one else had done before. She didn't think that anyone would get how much she wanted it. Ever since she was little she knew how different she was. Smarter than anyone she ever knew, smart for an adult. She always knew that she saw the entire picture and it was clear in her mind, while others saw only parts of the same picture, distorted and blurred. After the war there was nothing left for her. Her family was missing and gone, as was her house. Her friends were dead. And her side had lost.
She pondered joining the Death Eaters, but she wasn't that low. Death itself was better than that. And that's when it hit her. She could die. She blinked her eyes and knew what she had to do. For days she paced the floor of her apartment, and for days she planned her suicide. And it wouldn't be typical. It had to be something different, as different as she had been as a child.
Her eyes darted from side to side as the bustling cracker sputtered on the ground. She let it blow off. It was bright. She lit another one. A dud. It frightened her for a moment, letting five more just go off as she started thinking if she wanted to do this. But when she lit the eighth firecracker and leaned her head over it, she knew. It sputtered and with a screaming force that pressed against her ears so hard, she felt the fire against her face, knocking her back, she hit the ground. She lay in a pool of part of the fire and her own blood. The rest of the firecracker went off flawlessly, the essence of her up in flames.
And anyone who scarcely looked on thought it beautiful.