g o o d b y e
-Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it. –Trey Parker and Matt Stone-
" 'And I just wanted to say g-goodbye..'." He's reading the note. His voice cracks on a high note, and you wish you weren't listening. You wanted this to be quick and clean. He wasn't supposed to find the note like this.
Your family shouldn't be gathered outside of your room in St. Mungo's mental health ward. You shouldn't be here in the first place. But you are, and you can hear them crying on the other side of the door. You can hear Harry reading the note, and you know this isn't fair to them, you know this wasn't how it was supposed to have happened.
They're coming through the door, coming past the man who's been assigned to watch you in case you try to off yourself again. You quickly shut your eyes and pretend to be asleep. The magical machines by your bedside beep with the steady rhythm of your heart. You hear them settle down, talking in low voices.
"Why?" That's George, and he's whispering. It breaks your heart. Under the thin hospital blanket, you tug down your long sleeve that coveres the gauze and stitches on your wrist. "Why, Ginny? Why now, why?" You open your eyes, looking down at your lap. And George begins to sob, your mother puts her arm around his shoulders.
"Ginny." Bill's voice is commanding, and you look into the depths of blue, willing yourself not to cry. "Why?" One simple word, but the explanation couldn't be more complicated.
You choose the easy way out of this conversation.
"I wanted to say goodbye."