(Disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the character. Warning: if you might find the subject of suicide or self harm triggering you may not want to read. This one-shot was not written to offend or harm anyone. Hope you enjoy.
Letting out another heart wrenching sob as the knife glided swiftly against his wrist, Ron watched as another cut swelled up, spilling over blood.
Matching the others cuts that criss crossed against his bloody wrist, inflicted by the blooded knife he held in his shaky hands.
Watching in morbid fascination as blood stained and mixed with his bed sheets, soon the pain was fading leaving room for empty bliss.
Ron welcomed it as his thoughts became scattered and his vision blurred, be that from the tears or blood loss he didn't know, an truthfully he couldn't care either way.
He was in a numb bliss.
Heavy footsteps ran in the direction of his room, where he lay flat on his bed, stained red from the blood pooling from his left wrist.
He could hear the panicked voices of Fred and George shouting for his brothers.
Ron couldn't stop the smile forming on his face at the thought of the locking spell he had put on his bedroom door, they would be to late.
He could hear their desperate pleas faintly from outside his room as his vision faded and body numbed.
A final content sigh passed from his lips. A piece of paper sat by the now still figure reading the words :
Forgive me