A/N: My apologies for the crappyness that is this story. I wrote it after crying over some very emotional Fratie stories and I just had to write it. It's also almost 1:30am so I apologise for my horrid spelling mistakes (if spell check didn't pick them up) and for the weird layout etc... I'm just truly sorry! Hope you enjoy, loveys!
I was sitting in the icy cold water of the bathtub, staring at the wall with tear stricken eyes. My stomach growled with hunger, but I ignored it like I have ever since he died. I know that if I don't eat today, I'll most likely starve to death but I don't even care. I'm not afraid of death any more. As I repositioned myself better in the tub, the cool water rushed over my freshly cut wrists and made my body shiver in pain. I don't know how many times I have tried the unforgivable curse on myself, but it never works. If only it would... then I wouldn't be living in so much pain any more. I could finally smile again. Truthfully, I haven't smiled in at least 36 hours. Not since Fred... proposed. Not since I shared the news that I was pregnant. He was so looking forward to being a dad. That's why the miscarriage hurt so much, it was the last remaining thing I had left that was truly Fred's. And now that it's gone... I have to reason to live. I felt myself suddenly get extremely tired, and I no longer had the strength to fight of sleep... fight off the nightmares of that night. I was sure this was it. This was the end of the line. And that's when I smiled for the first time since then. I smiled from the sheer joy of knowing I would see my Freddie again. And if not... at least this pain would cease. The last thing I heard before I lost conciousness was the bang of the bathroom door being shoved open and the squeal of my name. Alas, Freddie, I shall see you soon.