I don't know when it started. One minute you're an innocent child without a care in the world, and then reality sets in and you come crashing down to earth. You learn that you can trust no one, that you can only depend on yourself. You survive, but you don't live. Living is for the priviliged, surviving is all that you can handle. Every breath is strained, thought about. Intake. Exhale. Every minute ticks by slowly, one after another. It takes all of you just to get through the day. You give the expected reactions. You fake a smile when needed, a shaky laugh in the right places, and nobody suspects a thing. Nobody knows that you're dying inside every day. That you're spiralling into a never ending darkness, trying to crawl your way back into the light. Fruitless attempts, of course. You can't get back now, you're in too deep. You hurt yourself to feel something. Anything. Every time the silver tears apart your skin you feel disgusted with yourself, but you also feel longed for emotions. Relief. Escape. You feel alive.
You're bruised and broken but you mask it well. You've learned to deal with it.
Though you still have those days. The days when you break down. The days that never seem to end, but always do. The days when you feel like ending it all. But you never do. You stuggle through, hoping that tomorrow will be better.
You fantasize about someone finding out. You fantasize of apologies that will never be given, of comforting words.
You wish with all of your being that you will find someone like you, someone that understands. Someone that will tear down the walls that you have built and save you from yourself.
But you know that this will never happen.
I, Ginevra Molly Weasley, am shattered and scarred, all alone in this life that that is slowly consuming me.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction. I own nothing, all of the credit goes to the amazing J.K Rowling. Tell me what you think.