Disclaimer: Not mine. 'Tis Mrs. J.K. Rowlings!!
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to get this up. Ffnet's been a bit dodgy lately, and I kind of hand writers block. Oh well, enjoy!
PS: Check out my new drunk story fic when it's finished! 0_~
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--Back to Ginny's Story… After she runs out of the Hall--
She ran as hard as her legs would let her. When Ginny got to the lake, she stopped at it's edge. Feeling for the dagger in her pocket, she firmly grasped the handle.
"I'm sorry, Mum…" she whispered. "Dad… Ron… Fred… George… Bill… Charlie… Hermione… Luna… P-P-Percy…" Wiping a tear from her eye, she thought *Harry…* Ginny withdrew the dagger. She looked it over, before sitting down. While fiddling with the dagger, looking over it with a sense of loss, and obviously death, Ginny spoke a prayer out loud.
"God," she said. "I'm sorry for all the pain I've cause. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've gotten into, and all the trouble I've caused. I don't know what's happening to me. I'm getting angrier and angrier at the world. Since first year, I've always kept my wits about me more than usual… and, I… I don't know what to do. Everything seems to scare me, and, I know what Harry's going through. Pain, anger, confusion. He… he just won't accept it. I mean, I've tried talking… well, yelling some sense into him, and he still doesn't understand that we're here for him.
"God, Lord, I don't want to take my life, I just want peace. All of the guys ignore me, Slytherin teases me, I hardly have any other friends in other houses… I just can't take it anymore. Do you know what the expectations of you are when you're the youngest Weasley child? Not to mention I'm the only Weasley girl… Well, except for mum, but you know she can't be her own child." Ginny lightly chuckled, as tears silently rolled down her pink cheeks. "I've never meant to be such a pain to my brothers. But they've always used me for their experiments… and I've never been one to volunteer. I try to earn acceptance with them, and Ron, and Percy, but they don't even listen to me half the time. School's hard enough as it is without Snape snapping on me all the time. He says, 'No wonder you don't understand this… Father hasn't got enough to pay for decent books, now does he?' or sometimes he says, 'Miss Weasley, please try to act like there's more than just air in the empty skull of yours.' He's just as bad as Malfoy. The whole Malfoy family for that matter." The young girl stopped speaking, and sobbed into her empty hand. Her other, while still clutching the dagger, traced patterns on the soft grassy earth. Even though it was winter, it had rained a lot and not a speck of snow had come.
"Death… That's the only way to remove the pain. I try and hide it. I try to act normal… but it doesn't work! I want someone to love me… I… I still want Harry to love me! And no, it's not a stupid crush--" She stabbed the earth. "It's a true feeling! I love him! I told him that! Why won't he under stand?!" Ginny was now shouting at the sky.
"What do I have to do to be accepted in this place?! I'm not even a Gryffindor! I'm a bloody Hufflepuff. If I was so brave, I wouldn't be doing this!" Ginny screamed out at the lake. Exiting the dagger from the ground, she wiped the dirt off with the hem of her dress. She stood up clumsily, tears still flowing down her face.
Just then, thunder rumbled in the dark grey sky. Lightning flashed across the sky casually like it did this every day. A few drops of rain fell, but it didn't cause much disturbance. Ginny looked around as if she were looking for an angel to come and take her then and there. But, no. No angel. No savior. Ginny closed her eyes tightly, letting the tears roll down her cheek even faster.
"Good-bye, my friends, my family… my life." She plunged the dagger deep in her heart…
A/N: Yup, a cliff hanger! I'm not saying what happens next… ^_^. Yeah, I'm happy. Get used to it!
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to get this up. Ffnet's been a bit dodgy lately, and I kind of hand writers block. Oh well, enjoy!
PS: Check out my new drunk story fic when it's finished! 0_~
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--Back to Ginny's Story… After she runs out of the Hall--
She ran as hard as her legs would let her. When Ginny got to the lake, she stopped at it's edge. Feeling for the dagger in her pocket, she firmly grasped the handle.
"I'm sorry, Mum…" she whispered. "Dad… Ron… Fred… George… Bill… Charlie… Hermione… Luna… P-P-Percy…" Wiping a tear from her eye, she thought *Harry…* Ginny withdrew the dagger. She looked it over, before sitting down. While fiddling with the dagger, looking over it with a sense of loss, and obviously death, Ginny spoke a prayer out loud.
"God," she said. "I'm sorry for all the pain I've cause. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've gotten into, and all the trouble I've caused. I don't know what's happening to me. I'm getting angrier and angrier at the world. Since first year, I've always kept my wits about me more than usual… and, I… I don't know what to do. Everything seems to scare me, and, I know what Harry's going through. Pain, anger, confusion. He… he just won't accept it. I mean, I've tried talking… well, yelling some sense into him, and he still doesn't understand that we're here for him.
"God, Lord, I don't want to take my life, I just want peace. All of the guys ignore me, Slytherin teases me, I hardly have any other friends in other houses… I just can't take it anymore. Do you know what the expectations of you are when you're the youngest Weasley child? Not to mention I'm the only Weasley girl… Well, except for mum, but you know she can't be her own child." Ginny lightly chuckled, as tears silently rolled down her pink cheeks. "I've never meant to be such a pain to my brothers. But they've always used me for their experiments… and I've never been one to volunteer. I try to earn acceptance with them, and Ron, and Percy, but they don't even listen to me half the time. School's hard enough as it is without Snape snapping on me all the time. He says, 'No wonder you don't understand this… Father hasn't got enough to pay for decent books, now does he?' or sometimes he says, 'Miss Weasley, please try to act like there's more than just air in the empty skull of yours.' He's just as bad as Malfoy. The whole Malfoy family for that matter." The young girl stopped speaking, and sobbed into her empty hand. Her other, while still clutching the dagger, traced patterns on the soft grassy earth. Even though it was winter, it had rained a lot and not a speck of snow had come.
"Death… That's the only way to remove the pain. I try and hide it. I try to act normal… but it doesn't work! I want someone to love me… I… I still want Harry to love me! And no, it's not a stupid crush--" She stabbed the earth. "It's a true feeling! I love him! I told him that! Why won't he under stand?!" Ginny was now shouting at the sky.
"What do I have to do to be accepted in this place?! I'm not even a Gryffindor! I'm a bloody Hufflepuff. If I was so brave, I wouldn't be doing this!" Ginny screamed out at the lake. Exiting the dagger from the ground, she wiped the dirt off with the hem of her dress. She stood up clumsily, tears still flowing down her face.
Just then, thunder rumbled in the dark grey sky. Lightning flashed across the sky casually like it did this every day. A few drops of rain fell, but it didn't cause much disturbance. Ginny looked around as if she were looking for an angel to come and take her then and there. But, no. No angel. No savior. Ginny closed her eyes tightly, letting the tears roll down her cheek even faster.
"Good-bye, my friends, my family… my life." She plunged the dagger deep in her heart…
A/N: Yup, a cliff hanger! I'm not saying what happens next… ^_^. Yeah, I'm happy. Get used to it!