A/N: i wrote another songfic (well DUH!) i dont know what draws me to them. i just like them. and just to warn you, this fic isnt fluffy like my other one. in fact it is quite the opposite. so, if you are disturbed by images of self-mutilation or people with red hair (hee) then i suggest you go read my other fics, they will be more to your liking. well, *cracks knuckles* here we go!

Disclaimer: i dont own ginny weasley, she is owned my the fantabulous j.k. rowling. i also do not own the song somebody else by bleu. i am but a poor girl with nothing to her name. *sob*



Somebody Else

I'm hideous.

Ginny Weasley stared at he reflection in the mirror, taking in her appearance. Her eyes skimmed over her long, silky red hair, her pale skin littered with freckles, and her petite figure.

Absolutely hideous.

No, dear I think you look quite nice. the mirror told her.

Oh, what do you know? You're just a mirror! Ginny threw down the brush she was holding violently and ran to her closet.

He'll never notice me looking like this! Her eyes ran over a short, black miniskirt and a tight, v-necked top that dipped quite low in the front, showing off her ample cleavage, and she was struck with an idea.

That's it! To get him to notice me, I'll have to be bad.

What if I was alright
What if I wasn't wound so tight
What if I had the balls to be bad
Would you still look at me like that
Would you be mad that I had held the old me back

Why can't I be somebody else
Somebody who
Isn't too cool to beleive it's OK
To be just me

~*~
ONE WEEK LATER

Ginny collapsed onto her bed, sobbing hysterically.

Why am I such an idiot?

Because you love him dear,
her inner voice reminded her gently.

How can I love someone so utterly... untouchable? Someone who obviously has absolutely no feelings for me?

How many times do I have to tell you this?
Ginny's inner voice was sounding quite impatient now. You can't help who you love.

Ginny screamed, a sound born of pure heartache and pain.

I did everything for him, changed who I am, I changed my life for him. Why doesn't he care?

Maybe it was just to much, dear. Maybe he liked you the way you were.

He never liked me,
she threw back bitterly.

Then Ginny screamed, a sound born of pure heartache and pain.

Maybe I was too much
Maybe I'll take it down a notch
Maybe I'll have the guts to go mad
Maybe I'll mess me up real bad
Maybe I'll make you wish you had the old me back

Why can't I be somebody else
Somebody who
Isn't too cool to beleive it's OK
To be just me

She stormed over to her dresser, digging deep in one of the drawers, finally pulling out the small pocketknife Charlie had given her for her birthday.

She flicked open the blade, relishing in the fact that it was still sharp.

Ginny didn't wince as the blade cut into the smooth flesh of her left wrist. Nor did she flinch as she did the same to the flesh other unmarred wrist, digging the knife in deep, knowing what was inevitably coming.

She walked calmly over to her bed and lay down, waiting for the end.

As she closed her eyes and drew in a shaky breath, she breathed her final words:

Who am I?

What If I can't remember who I'm tryin to be

why can't I be somebody else
Somebody who
Isn't too cool to beleive it'd OK
To be just me

~*~

A/N: *shivers* wow, that was really dark. im suprised at myself. pleased, but suprised. k well i wanna know what you think, so push that button down there and be happy to know that you made this poor girl smile. tootles!