Kijo spoke about the horror of her past, and as Ginny watched she realised the girl that she has been writing about for the past months now stood on the stage infront of many. Ginny sighed.

A girl can stand right infront of many, yet still isn't seen. She hides her real self, and becomes someone else. No-one notices her, standing there alone, yet surrounded by many. Almost like being invisible. She wishes to be seen, wishes to be heard, and now she has the chance to. She speaks out, and others judge. Many do not know how much it hurts just for her to stand up infront of everyone, to be seen for the first time in her life. She is no longer invisble, and now people see, and people judge. No-one smiles, they can see she is hurt, yet people do talk, as she says that little words can hurt as much as a knife going through your chest. She cries, as she tells people her story. She isn't afraid anymore, not of what she was. Everyone is afraid of something, even if they deny it, and she might be saying, but her fears have changed. She is no longer scared of what people think of her, and she has no more fear of everyone turning on her if she shows her true self. This girl, she was scared, scared of her self, her true self. She hid, she ran away from herself. She changed what scared her, so it would haunt her no more. It worked, but her hauntings came back, she now a fear no one knew. She now feared people would open there eyes and realise what stares into their eyes. She isn't scared of herself, she is scared of what she has become. She changes back, knowing well whats done is done. She knows she cannot start again, yet she continue on from the life she has lived. She lets her fears fly away, faces what truely haunts her. Now the ghost of her past hides, scared. She shows her true self, and the things that haunted what she became were now scared. She still cries, yet half these tears are of happiness, and her realising how lucky she truely is. She opened her eyes for the first time in years, and she saw the friends that surrounded her. She cries, thinking how truely lucky she was. Now when feels misunderstood, she looks into her friends eyes. She knows that having even one person in this world that understands..she knows this makes her lucky. She laughs, and now her screams are those of joy. She no longer screams in pain that she causes , just to clear her mind. No, she now screams when the one she loves has her pinned to the groundm and is tickling her. She cries tears that are of laughter. She smiles on her wedding day, and she knows everything is complete. She is no longer haunted, and she beaten the ghost that tried to put an end to her. She still had her bad days, often at times, yet when she is in the arms of someone shes cares about she realises that it is all worth while. She is still alive, is she not, and she watches herself live her life, with a smile on her face, knowing all is well. She leaves, and knows nothing is wrong. Her life has worked out, the bad being just a blessing in descise. Now she faces reality once more, but this time she knows the rules, and she will win the game.

People talked as Kijo finish speaking. Many do not know what they should say. Kijo stand, watching over everyone. Her tears rolls down her cheek, and she bleeds, from the heart, and from her eyes. She smiles, though she is in pain no-one would be able to stand, yet she knows she has felt worse. She takes on deap breath, and more tears fill her eyes. She wonders if she has lost it all, from saying what she had. She showed her real self on that stage, and nothing will take back what she said. She laughs, as more tears fall to the ground below. One more deap breath, she hopes everyone wont begin to fall apart. She doesn't know what she should say now, she waits, as though waiting for someone to speak the words on her mind. Ginny watch, and she knows actings prove more then words. She takes one step forward, and Kijo turns to face her. Ginny walked over to where Kijo stood. Kijo could not take her eyes of her, she wondered what next. She knew that now people understood her. She knew, Ginny was the only one that saw the true her from the start, believing what she saw when she looked in Kijo's eyes, instead of what she has been told. Ginny pu her arms around Kijo, hugging her tightly. The hug said that people did understand. Kijo's eyes looked slightly shocked, she had never hugged before. She tried to hug Ginny back. She looked into Ginny's eyes. She knew, that Ginny too was haunted.

Kijo turned, and faced the croud once more. She looked towards the people that had once hurt her beyond the pain she had ever felt. She looked into the boy that sit away from the others. He too had a haunted past, one full of death and heart break. All he had once loved seemed to disapear, leaving scars that could be seen if you looked into dark eyes, his eyes as dark as his past, yet he still breathed, and he still had the ability to smile.

Kijo looked towards a girl with long blonde hair, pink tips. She knew this girl, just like she knew herself. Hime, she was beautiful, and people seemed to love her. She had many friends, and was always laughing. She had blue eyes, that seemed to smile everytime you looked into them. She always had a smile on her face, yet she too was hurt, haunted by a ghost of her mother.

She glanced towards a girl that spent her life ruining others. She laughed, a cruel dark laugh. She was pretty, and she knew it. SHe always got her own way. She owned many souls. She stolen many lives, hurting those that remain innocent. Yet she too has been hurt. The boy she had once loved had done something to her that changed her life forever.

Everyone was haunted in a different way then what you see when you first look at them. When you see someone, you go by the way they act, yet if look into their eyes you will see the true them. They hide, but they can be seen if you look hard enough. They laugh, they cry, they scream, they die, they love that hate, their bad their grea.t You never know what is really in someones heart, not into they trust you enough to give you half of it. Her heart, it remain in one peice, yet it was damaged. She had never trusted anyone enough to give them her heart, not even the tiniest bit of it. It was damages as people tried to steal it off her, but she still held on tight to it.

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Ginny sat around the common room, talking to Kijo. Many people stared at her, as she sat in the distance. Others laughed, and spoke about her. Ginny ignored the words she could hear, and she knew Kijo was too. She knew, when she looked into Kijo's eyes, that Kijo was hurt, and that she was haunted, this haunting seemed to take over herself, and she picked up a cool razer blade. Ginny spoke, at first she avoided mention of Kijo's haunted past, yet she knew that it was apart of Kijo, and made her who she now was. Ginny smiles, and reached out, taking Kijo's arm. Kijo's eyes widened, and she moved, pulling her wrist away. 'There is no cut, that shows the scars of my haunting.' Ginny stared, she knew the truth. Kijo had once hurt herself to get rid of the pain she felt. She knew, that as Kijo watched the blood drip down, it was like watching her troubles...watching them flow from her body, and hitting the ground, where they will remain. She knew, that Kijo had once hurt herself, yet she now knew the full meaning of love, and now she refused to hurt herself once again. 'Love hurts enough...Doesn't it? The heartbreak, it being thrown around the room, trodden on, stabbed, untill it is beyond repair, why cause more damage to it...'

Ginny reached over, picking up a bottle of butterbear. Fred came over and offered something to Kijo. She took one bite of it just as Ginny took a sip of her drink. Ginny burst out in laughter, spitting out butterbear, and spilling the rest of the bottle into her lap, as Kijo turned into a canary. After she moulted, she got to her feet, and walked over to the twins. 'Which one of you...invented..that...err wonderful custard thing?' She gave them an innocent look...well as innocent as she could, being the dark girl she was :). The twins didn't answer. 'No...well then both of you will be punished!' The twins looked at eachother, and smirked. 'Punished? Gonna give us detention, like to see your punishment.' They said at the same time. Kijo grabbed one of the canary custards and shoved it into Freds face. She waved her wand, and a bowl of whipped cream soared over to her. She dumped it over George's head and smirked. She faced Ginny, who smiled. Kijo smiled back, smiling for the first time since she was accepted into Hogwarts.

The scars that are on Kijo's wrist have long healed, and her fears have also changed. She brings a blade to her skin, and she knows that she cannot cut, she is scared. She now fears the cool blade mixing with her blood. Her blood now flows like normal, no longer dripping down. She has won this long battle. She now laughs along with the others, and smiles when she sees them.

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Harry enter the common room, he looked around to see who had won the final quidditch match. As Ginny ran up to him, he no longer cared about the game, or that many people watched. He kissed the girl that he loved. Ginny's heart cried with joy, she was now with the one she loved with all of her heart. She knew that at some point it would end with heartbreak, but she was happy, and she smiled for what seemed like the first time in months. She would enjoy the time she could spend with Harry, taking many footpaths to avoid the one that led to heartbreak.

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The smell of lavender reached Ginny's nose. The light of a single burning candle lit the room. She lay on hee bed, she no logner smiled. She remain heartbroken. She cried no more, yet she hurt just as much. Her tears had long dried, but the glue she had wasn't strong enough to hold her heart together. She saw this day coming, yet she hope it wouldn't.

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Dark and twisted thoughts ran through her head.

Her heart was fillled with dred.

She hated seeing what became of he life.

She rufsed to pick up the cool knife.

She would hurt herself no more.

She sends her fears out the through the door.

At night she still secretly cries.

But she no longer has to wish to die.

She still cries, screams, and hides.

From her fears that haunt her nights.