It had taken Ginny at least an hour to gain the energy to make her way downstairs. Once she had, she went to the kitchen to find no one was there. She sat herself down on a chair so she could rest or only a moment before going to find someone. She still wasn't sure how to go about doing what Tom had told her to, but she had a feeling it wouldn't be much different from what she was doing now.

She lifted herself up and heading toward the backyard where she saw Fred, George and Ron playing a game of Quitditch. Once again they had not asked her to play. It figures they wouldn't know that she could out race any of them. Ever since she was four years of age she had snuck out at night to fly on her brother's brooms. She would glide through the sky, greeting the stars and the moon. The atmosphere was so welcoming up there. The sky was unlimited. Especially at night, with the night dashing with different shades of purple, blue and silver. Some night she could even she a glitter of gold.

The wind blew through her hair as she watched the clouds glide passed her, showing off her fiery red hair. A feeling of uneasiness came over her as she heard her parents coming. Always loving, always joyful was her family. Mr. Weasley kissed on the cheek as he headed out. Probably out for work she assumed. She made her way toward the kitchen again to fill her stomach. By the aroma in the air, she knew Mrs. Weasley had already cooked breakfast. Realizing she had no saved her a plate, she told herself she didn't need anything to eat. She pulled down her sleeves in order to hide her cuts from her mom, whom probably wouldn't say anything about them anyway. Or at least she thought. Probably from rough housing with the boys would be her mother's assumption. Just the thought of it disgusted her, to think she could believe the boys had actually wanted her to take part in whatever they were doing.

Then she took notice in what she was doing. Never looking at any of them directly. Maybe this could be her way of saying goodbye, she told herself. Perhaps, simply playing the role of being invisible she would tell them goodbye. So that when she was gone for good, she would have no regrets. Nothing would seem like it had changed. But this thought was smashed when her mother finally said something. Damn her, she thought to herself. She didn't want her attention at the moment.

"Ginny, dear, would you like something to eat? Could I make you something?" she asked.

"No, I don't want anything." she replied.

"But you must eat something, darling."

"I don't need anything right now."

"Oh now, don't be silly. I'll make you some..."

"I've eaten." she lied.

"Oh, well then why didn't you say so?" she asked, but no need for answers.

Ginny felt like telling her, because I have nothing to say to you, but restrained herself from doing so. Look through her, she said in her mind over and over.

Then, someone came through the door. "Look mom, Ginny left us for space again." Fred teased, as Ginny stared at nothing particular, just lost in thought.

"Really Ginny, you keep that up you may not come back!" said George.

"And if I don't?" she asked, but they could not detect the seriousness in her tone, all they caught was the sarcasm.

"We could really use your room for a lot of things," said George giving Fred a sly grin. He could have only meant thing for their joke shop.

Ginny looked through him, not believing what he had said. They really had not understood that she was serious. They wouldn't be hurt when she left. Through him.... through him...

"Ginny? There she goes again," said George.

"Maybe she just needs more rest. She's been doing that all the time lately, but this is worst." said Ron as he throw his Quiditch robe onto a coat rack with the other and set his broom aside.

"Can she even see me?" said George, since Ginny was staring in his general direction.

"Perhaps she fell asleep late last night." said Mrs. Weasley, trying to excuse Ginny's odd behavior.

"What are you talking about," argued Ron, looking at his mother now. "She goes to bed earlier than all of us these days. She has hardly left her bed all summer!

"So?" said Fred.

"School exhausted probably." said George.

"But school ended a month ago." Ron said

"She could still be feeling the pressure, or even for next year."

"Yeah, I guess." said Ron.

"Leave her alone boys." interfered Mrs. Weasley.

"We didn't say anything wrong!" said Fred,

"But your implying that there is something wrong!"

"Okay, so what if Ginny stares into space, but the room thing?" said George.

"Well, that could be that she is trying to get away from you all bickering like you are now so often!" said Mrs. Weasley.

"US!?"  They all said in unison.

"Yea you three! You can't stop arguing! She goes there to get peace and quiet. Can't say I blame her." said complained.

"That's because Fred and George are acting like gits!" said Ron.

"So? Since when is that new?" said Fred?

"Well,...never, but-"

"Has anyone noticed the victim of verbal abuse has left the room?" interrupted George.

"You see, I told you three you needed to stop that! You chased her away. Once again, she's gone into hiding to get away from your taunting!" said Mrs. Weasley angrily

Ginny could still hear them yelling from her room, but only faintly. But how dare they! Once again speak as if she were not in the room again! Not one of them had looked her in the eye during that entire mess! She curled up into her blankets and let them warm her as she felt herself drift into a calming slumber. He head lying peacefully on her pillow, she covered her self with the warmth. The thought appealed to her greatly that she soon would have no need for the sheets and blankets. Tom's touch would be more than enough, forever.

Tom was waiting for her there, between that place between asleep and awake. She let him embrace her and ease the pain. She was trying to hard to open to him freely again. But it was hard when she locked her insides away for so long. But she would keep trying. She had to be able to be completely open to him by the time she returned to her.

Just one week...she thought to herself and she fell completely asleep with help from Tom, giving her inner peace. Just one week...

A/N: Thanks again, and please review! I'll try update soon, I started last night on the next chapter, and I am hoping to get it up and running soon!