A/n: Truthfully, this story is just a sudden spurt of inspiration. I dunno
if it'll be just a ficlet or something more. Well, I'll see how it goes.
For those wondering if I have abandoned my other stories, I haven't! I'm
writing them now but I've got school and I'm really busy... For now, please
enjoy this!
~**Popular**~
Virginia Weasley was still in her beautiful gown but the beautiful garment was now soaked with her salty tears. Her curly crimson hair was a mess, with tendrils everywhere. Her face was pale and sad, lips trembling and eyes sore. Her nose was runny and her voice was hoarse.
She had been running. Running away from the cruel crowd at the Yule Ball. They had been mocking her again. The names they called her," Bitch, slut, whore" countless names. She pretended like she didn't care but today they broke her spirit.
They hated her because she was beautiful and perfect. Because she had the perfect smile, the perfect walk, the perfect family and the perfect boy. The boy who lived - Harry Potter. He didn't love her...and she knew that but it was all part and parcel of being popular. Popular boys were supposed to be with popular girls, right?
Being popular wasn't exactly Ginny's forte, she had to pretend so much, she had to pretend to be someone she wasn't, and the more she pretended the more she failed in life. Slowly but surely, she was crumbling under the harsh words of her peers.
She never asked to be popular, the fame and the glamour brought with them lies and deceit. Everyone thought she was just another airhead bimbo with no brains, no life and no feelings. All she every wanted was to have her own group of close friends, do well in school and eventually have a boyfriend who would care for and love her. Now she had finally fell but no one was there to catch her.
~**~**~
On her left they were accusing her of sleeping with three boys at the same time but the truth was she was still an innocent virgin. On her right they were spreading rumours of her being a bitch and putting up airs in a grand restaurant when the truth was she had never stepped into a single grand restaurant in her life before.
She couldn't take it anymore, she had to run away form them, she wanted to die. She turned her heels and fled the Great Hall. The cold wind felt like a thousand needles on her face. When she ran, she heard the whispers and the insults hurled at her. No one cared about what was wrong with her, they only smirked and laughed at her.
Only one pair of eyes followed her because he knew how she felt and he felt her pain too. He questioned himself why he was getting up from his seat and why his legs were running to take him to her. Draco didn't know why but he just did.
~**~**~
She collapsed onto her bed sobbing hard. She hadn't expected anyone to come after her, afterall everyone hated her, even her dearest brother. She had no one to turn to but her diary. She had transfigured it into a necklace she always wore so that no one would ever find it. With a mutter of a few words, it would spring back to it's normal form. She drew out a quill between the pages of her diary and began to write; the tears making the ink on the pages run. ~**~**~
Dear diary,
I want to crawl into a corner and stay in the shadows. Be so invisible, be so unnoticed. I want to lay down to cry but my tears have all run dry. Do they know me enough to judge me? Who are they to say who I am? Although I know I shouldn't care, I still get hurt time and time again. Am I that hateful, that despicable? Is being me bad or am I just making excuses for myself? The mockery, the embarrassment. It kills me slowly from the inside; it's tearing me apart. I feel so alone. No one understands me even though they say they do. The world is against me; it mocks my very existence in this uncaring world. Humans are cruel; I am ashamed to be one.
Virginia
~**~**~
Thoughts of suicide raided her mind. She thought if she was gone she wouldn't have to feel the pain anymore. No one cared of her existence anyway, what was the point of living on. Truth was, she was afraid of death. But right now, she wasn't thinking straight at all, it was the effect of muggle alcohol mixed with her withering spirit. It was like she had been enlightened and she knew exactly what she was suppose to do. In a trance, she walked out of her dorm and headed for the peak of Gryffindor tower.
~**~**~
He saw her. The beautiful girl in her tattered gown. She was stepping out of the Gryffindor portrait hole and walking slowly to the stairs. He wanted to cal out her name but hesitated, not wanting to scare her. Quietly, he followed her up the spiral staircase.
She climbed and climbed till she reached the highest level. Everything in her mind had been blocked out. She was like the undead, soulless and empty. Draco followed behind quietly, not wanting to attract her attention even though an explosion wouldn't even cause her to flinch.
He knew what she was going to do. He too had attempted it before but like Ginny, he was also afraid of the Grim Reaper. He wanted to rescue her at the right moment, just when she was about to take the plunge. It was like he wanted to see her so sorrowful until the very last moment. Call it sick and twisted but that was Draco Malfoy.
Ginny had strolled over to a stained glass window and pulled out her wand. Under her breath, she muttered a disappearing spell and in a blink, the glass was gone; allowing cold air to gush in, blowing her hair away form her face. She stepped onto the ledge slowly, holding on to the window frame for support. She squinted her eyes as the cold air pricked her skin once again. She took in a deep breath to prepare herself for the fatal jump. Meanwhile, Draco stood in the shadows awaiting his cue to grab her hand.
It was going to be all over. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up towards the wind, whispering her silent goodbyes to the world. She lifted her feet of the ground and out of the window. She sighed and let herself go.
~**~**~
A/n: Is this considered as a cliffhanger? If it is then...BUHAHAHAHA, ok I know I'm mean but I do this just for reviews! *puppy dog eyes* yep, hint hint ;) please don't flame me! Constructive criticism is welcome but I just really love reviews! Ginny's diary entry is purely, originally mine! Yes, it's actually an entry from my own diary when I was feeling super shitty. Ok enough of me, PLZ push that review button there!
~**Popular**~
Virginia Weasley was still in her beautiful gown but the beautiful garment was now soaked with her salty tears. Her curly crimson hair was a mess, with tendrils everywhere. Her face was pale and sad, lips trembling and eyes sore. Her nose was runny and her voice was hoarse.
She had been running. Running away from the cruel crowd at the Yule Ball. They had been mocking her again. The names they called her," Bitch, slut, whore" countless names. She pretended like she didn't care but today they broke her spirit.
They hated her because she was beautiful and perfect. Because she had the perfect smile, the perfect walk, the perfect family and the perfect boy. The boy who lived - Harry Potter. He didn't love her...and she knew that but it was all part and parcel of being popular. Popular boys were supposed to be with popular girls, right?
Being popular wasn't exactly Ginny's forte, she had to pretend so much, she had to pretend to be someone she wasn't, and the more she pretended the more she failed in life. Slowly but surely, she was crumbling under the harsh words of her peers.
She never asked to be popular, the fame and the glamour brought with them lies and deceit. Everyone thought she was just another airhead bimbo with no brains, no life and no feelings. All she every wanted was to have her own group of close friends, do well in school and eventually have a boyfriend who would care for and love her. Now she had finally fell but no one was there to catch her.
~**~**~
On her left they were accusing her of sleeping with three boys at the same time but the truth was she was still an innocent virgin. On her right they were spreading rumours of her being a bitch and putting up airs in a grand restaurant when the truth was she had never stepped into a single grand restaurant in her life before.
She couldn't take it anymore, she had to run away form them, she wanted to die. She turned her heels and fled the Great Hall. The cold wind felt like a thousand needles on her face. When she ran, she heard the whispers and the insults hurled at her. No one cared about what was wrong with her, they only smirked and laughed at her.
Only one pair of eyes followed her because he knew how she felt and he felt her pain too. He questioned himself why he was getting up from his seat and why his legs were running to take him to her. Draco didn't know why but he just did.
~**~**~
She collapsed onto her bed sobbing hard. She hadn't expected anyone to come after her, afterall everyone hated her, even her dearest brother. She had no one to turn to but her diary. She had transfigured it into a necklace she always wore so that no one would ever find it. With a mutter of a few words, it would spring back to it's normal form. She drew out a quill between the pages of her diary and began to write; the tears making the ink on the pages run. ~**~**~
Dear diary,
I want to crawl into a corner and stay in the shadows. Be so invisible, be so unnoticed. I want to lay down to cry but my tears have all run dry. Do they know me enough to judge me? Who are they to say who I am? Although I know I shouldn't care, I still get hurt time and time again. Am I that hateful, that despicable? Is being me bad or am I just making excuses for myself? The mockery, the embarrassment. It kills me slowly from the inside; it's tearing me apart. I feel so alone. No one understands me even though they say they do. The world is against me; it mocks my very existence in this uncaring world. Humans are cruel; I am ashamed to be one.
Virginia
~**~**~
Thoughts of suicide raided her mind. She thought if she was gone she wouldn't have to feel the pain anymore. No one cared of her existence anyway, what was the point of living on. Truth was, she was afraid of death. But right now, she wasn't thinking straight at all, it was the effect of muggle alcohol mixed with her withering spirit. It was like she had been enlightened and she knew exactly what she was suppose to do. In a trance, she walked out of her dorm and headed for the peak of Gryffindor tower.
~**~**~
He saw her. The beautiful girl in her tattered gown. She was stepping out of the Gryffindor portrait hole and walking slowly to the stairs. He wanted to cal out her name but hesitated, not wanting to scare her. Quietly, he followed her up the spiral staircase.
She climbed and climbed till she reached the highest level. Everything in her mind had been blocked out. She was like the undead, soulless and empty. Draco followed behind quietly, not wanting to attract her attention even though an explosion wouldn't even cause her to flinch.
He knew what she was going to do. He too had attempted it before but like Ginny, he was also afraid of the Grim Reaper. He wanted to rescue her at the right moment, just when she was about to take the plunge. It was like he wanted to see her so sorrowful until the very last moment. Call it sick and twisted but that was Draco Malfoy.
Ginny had strolled over to a stained glass window and pulled out her wand. Under her breath, she muttered a disappearing spell and in a blink, the glass was gone; allowing cold air to gush in, blowing her hair away form her face. She stepped onto the ledge slowly, holding on to the window frame for support. She squinted her eyes as the cold air pricked her skin once again. She took in a deep breath to prepare herself for the fatal jump. Meanwhile, Draco stood in the shadows awaiting his cue to grab her hand.
It was going to be all over. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up towards the wind, whispering her silent goodbyes to the world. She lifted her feet of the ground and out of the window. She sighed and let herself go.
~**~**~
A/n: Is this considered as a cliffhanger? If it is then...BUHAHAHAHA, ok I know I'm mean but I do this just for reviews! *puppy dog eyes* yep, hint hint ;) please don't flame me! Constructive criticism is welcome but I just really love reviews! Ginny's diary entry is purely, originally mine! Yes, it's actually an entry from my own diary when I was feeling super shitty. Ok enough of me, PLZ push that review button there!