Razor

The way out.

That was the only thing that spurred Ginny onwards; through the remarks, through the loneliness, through her life. It was something that she had to do. She could even smile when people called her a whore. She floated through the days, the way lit by the way out.

She had planned the way out. How she would do everything she wanted to do. The date of the way out was set. On that day she attended her lessons, ate her food, did everything as normal. Well, as normal as it was after her exposé was exposed.

That night she walked around Hogwarts grounds. She saw everyone she had ever cared about in that day, apart from those outside Hogwarts: her mum, her dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and somehow, Fleur.

Ginny trod all around the perimeter of the lake, up every staircase, through every corridor, around Hagrid's garden. She even strode confidently into the forest, unafraid of everything. If something bad happened while she was in here, it was save her from doing it to herself later.

Up through the stairs. Into the common room. She noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in a corner. For the last time in her life she saw them. They ignored her. If they hadn't it would make it harder for her to do was she was about to do. Her eyes filled with tears. That was the last time she would ever see her brother. It's not like it's the last time you'll see him, the voice in her head told her, you'll be able to see him from wherever you go on from here. Harry, her first love. Hermione, her best friend. Ex-best friend. The tears started to fall. They stung her skin. Harry, Ron and Hermione turned round and spotted her staring, wet faced at them. She had to do it, now. Or she'll lose her nerve.

Every step she took towards her dormitory felt like she was lifting a weight off her mind.

She opened the door and walked towards her bed. She rummaged in her trunk and found it.

The silver blades glinted and glittered from the light of the torch on the wall.

Ginny sat on her bed and pulled the hangings around her bed. In a few minutes time, she'd be doing the same to her life.

She pulled up her sleeve and put the razor to her wrist. The cold. The cold of the blades. They gave her hope.

Ginny Weasley; small Ginny Weasley, shy, beloved, passionate.

The end of her life.

She applied pressure to the razor. She took a deep breath and ran the razor across her wrist.

FLASHBACK

Being pushed on the swing in her garden when she was five by Charlie.

Running after the Hogwarts Express when Ron was taken to Hogwarts for the first time.

Being surrounded by darkness as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head.

Writing to Tom Riddle.

Watching Harry appear in the Quidditch pitch at the end of the Triwizard Tournament.

Watching Harry chase after Belatrix Lestrange in the Ministry of Magic.

Scoring for Gryffindor for the first time.

Being kissed by Harry last year.

That night with Dean.

That night with Draco.

The horror of the last few weeks.

END FLASHBACK

As the last of Ginny's blood dripped out of her body, she went limp and fell on her back.

Some ginger hair poked out underneath the hangings of her bed. The same colour of the sunset outside.

Ginny Weasley; small Ginny Weasley. Shy, beloved, passionate.

A great daughter.

A great sister.

A great lover.

A great friend.

Ginny Weasley; small Ginny Weasley. Shy, beloved, passionate.

Ginny Weasley. She was no more.