Worth crying over?
People say its better to love and have lost then to never have loved at all.
Well what do they know?
Love, true love, can be one of the most painful experiences in someone's life, as we will learn in this next story.
Have you ever had a crush on someone? Have you ever wanted someone so bad that you'd go to the extreme?
Have you ever loved and lost?
Well this girl has.
*~*~*
Virgina Weasley sat on her bed, crying. He'd died. She'd loved him and he'd killed himself.
He probably thought she was so stupid with her "teenage crush." At least that's what he thought it was, so did everyone else. But it was so much more than that.
It was true love.
She had loved and lost and now she was crying.
But was he worth crying over?
He had killed himself, and what for? No one knew. No one.
She wanted to be with him so badly. She wanted it more than anything she'd ever wanted in her whole entire life. And now, she could have it. All she needed was a whole load of those little white muggled pills, and she could be with him, forever and ever.
She made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. The whole family was out the backyard. Not that they'd notice she wasn't there.
Not her, quiet 'little' Ginny. No one ever did notice her, ever. She was the youngest, she was the only girl. She didn't matter.
She grabbed the bottle, full of white tablets, off the table.
She couldn't make out the label on the bottle because it was smugged my her father's sweaty fingers. He had been so excited to get a bottle of this stuff he'd began to hyper-ventilate, then he began to sweat on everything. Mum nearly took him to St. Mungo's.
She grabbed a glass of water and ran back up to her room. She bolted the door shut and sat on her bed.
If swallowed them all, it would have to do some serious damage, she thought.
She un-capped the bottle, gulped some water and one by one began to swallow the tablets.
*~*~*
Ronald Weasley banged on the door of the room which belonged to his younger sister, Ginny.
"Ginny! Open up" he yelled.
He had been depressed since the death of his best friend. He, actually, never thought he'd get over it.
He had no idea how Ginny was taking it. She'd been locked up in her room for days since Harry had died. When he went to go visit Hermione, she was the same.
He banged on the door again.
"Ginny!"
There was still no answer.
"Fine I'm coming in" he announced.
At that moment Fred and George came past.
"What's happening?" Fred asked.
"Ginny won't open up" Ron said.
"Again, is she crying. Geez, she's such a little girl" George said. He pulled out his wand and muttered a few words. The door handle glowed and the dorr unlocked.
"How did you do that?" Ron asked.
George smiled. "Purr-lease, I installed Ginny's lock" he muttered and pushed the door open.
Ginny lay on her bed, a white substance leaking from her mouth.
"Ginny!" The three of her brother yelled and rushed over.
Fred went straight to her pulse, George to check her breathing and Ron ran back out the door screaming: "Mum, Dad!!"
Fred looked at George, horror in his eyes.
"Nothing" he whispered, a single tear falling down his cheek. "You?"
George shook his head. He looked back at his sister. "Ginny? Why?" Knowing he wouldn't get an answer.
Fred clutched her hand, it was cold, but there was a piece of paper in her hand.
He removed the scrunched up paper and read allowed:
"Dearest family,
I love you all dearly, but I've gone where I won't be sad anymore.
I've gone to the man I love and we'll be together now.
Don't worry and please! don't cry. I'll miss you all forever.
Love Always, you're Sister/daughter, Ginny, kisses and hugs."
George looked at him. "She killed herself, because of Harry."
Fred said nothing.
"If that bastard wasn't already dead, I'd kill him" George said in a deadly whisper.
*~*~*
Forever and ever:
Love does not grow on trees,
Love is not in the breeze.
Love is what's deep inside,
Love's a feeling you can't hide.
Love is friendship, love ends never,
Love is forever, forever and ever.
---
Tell me what you honestly think. I know itsso frank and so real, but that's wy I wrote it.
This is true and honest. It's what goes on right under your noses. So it doesn't happen to you, doesn't mean it doesn't happen to other people.
People say its better to love and have lost then to never have loved at all.
Well what do they know?
Love, true love, can be one of the most painful experiences in someone's life, as we will learn in this next story.
Have you ever had a crush on someone? Have you ever wanted someone so bad that you'd go to the extreme?
Have you ever loved and lost?
Well this girl has.
*~*~*
Virgina Weasley sat on her bed, crying. He'd died. She'd loved him and he'd killed himself.
He probably thought she was so stupid with her "teenage crush." At least that's what he thought it was, so did everyone else. But it was so much more than that.
It was true love.
She had loved and lost and now she was crying.
But was he worth crying over?
He had killed himself, and what for? No one knew. No one.
She wanted to be with him so badly. She wanted it more than anything she'd ever wanted in her whole entire life. And now, she could have it. All she needed was a whole load of those little white muggled pills, and she could be with him, forever and ever.
She made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. The whole family was out the backyard. Not that they'd notice she wasn't there.
Not her, quiet 'little' Ginny. No one ever did notice her, ever. She was the youngest, she was the only girl. She didn't matter.
She grabbed the bottle, full of white tablets, off the table.
She couldn't make out the label on the bottle because it was smugged my her father's sweaty fingers. He had been so excited to get a bottle of this stuff he'd began to hyper-ventilate, then he began to sweat on everything. Mum nearly took him to St. Mungo's.
She grabbed a glass of water and ran back up to her room. She bolted the door shut and sat on her bed.
If swallowed them all, it would have to do some serious damage, she thought.
She un-capped the bottle, gulped some water and one by one began to swallow the tablets.
*~*~*
Ronald Weasley banged on the door of the room which belonged to his younger sister, Ginny.
"Ginny! Open up" he yelled.
He had been depressed since the death of his best friend. He, actually, never thought he'd get over it.
He had no idea how Ginny was taking it. She'd been locked up in her room for days since Harry had died. When he went to go visit Hermione, she was the same.
He banged on the door again.
"Ginny!"
There was still no answer.
"Fine I'm coming in" he announced.
At that moment Fred and George came past.
"What's happening?" Fred asked.
"Ginny won't open up" Ron said.
"Again, is she crying. Geez, she's such a little girl" George said. He pulled out his wand and muttered a few words. The door handle glowed and the dorr unlocked.
"How did you do that?" Ron asked.
George smiled. "Purr-lease, I installed Ginny's lock" he muttered and pushed the door open.
Ginny lay on her bed, a white substance leaking from her mouth.
"Ginny!" The three of her brother yelled and rushed over.
Fred went straight to her pulse, George to check her breathing and Ron ran back out the door screaming: "Mum, Dad!!"
Fred looked at George, horror in his eyes.
"Nothing" he whispered, a single tear falling down his cheek. "You?"
George shook his head. He looked back at his sister. "Ginny? Why?" Knowing he wouldn't get an answer.
Fred clutched her hand, it was cold, but there was a piece of paper in her hand.
He removed the scrunched up paper and read allowed:
"Dearest family,
I love you all dearly, but I've gone where I won't be sad anymore.
I've gone to the man I love and we'll be together now.
Don't worry and please! don't cry. I'll miss you all forever.
Love Always, you're Sister/daughter, Ginny, kisses and hugs."
George looked at him. "She killed herself, because of Harry."
Fred said nothing.
"If that bastard wasn't already dead, I'd kill him" George said in a deadly whisper.
*~*~*
Forever and ever:
Love does not grow on trees,
Love is not in the breeze.
Love is what's deep inside,
Love's a feeling you can't hide.
Love is friendship, love ends never,
Love is forever, forever and ever.
---
Tell me what you honestly think. I know itsso frank and so real, but that's wy I wrote it.
This is true and honest. It's what goes on right under your noses. So it doesn't happen to you, doesn't mean it doesn't happen to other people.