Ginny's Life Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter 2: The Young and the Hopeless

Hermoine was waiting as Ginny entered the Quidditch Pitch the next afternoon. "I've gotta do this," Ginny thought hastily wanting to turn around and run. Hermoine smiled at her, "Hey Ginny!" she welcomed her. Ginny gave a small smile and a little wave, "Hi Moine." She joined Hermoine, "So..." Hermoine rolled her eyes, "We're not talking here! Come on!" She led Ginny off the Quidditch Pitch and to a nice secluded place.

Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me
I don't know they somehow saved me
And I know I'm making something out of this life they called nothing
I take what I want
Take what I need
They say it's wrong but it's right for me
I won't look down
Won't say I'm sorry
I know that only God can judge me

"So, Whats up?" Ginny asked sitting on a fallen log. "Whats up with you?" Hermoine asked her forehead creased in worry. Ginny shrugged, "Nothing much." "Oh come on Ginny!" Hermoine said, "I know theres something, so what is it?" Ginny sighed, "Its nothing Moine!" She was growing fusterated. "Ginny! Your my best friend! Spill!" Moine practically yelled at her. Ginny looked down at the ground, "Some friend," She mumbled.

And if I make it thru today will tomorrow be the same
Am I just running in place?
If I stumble and I fall
Should I get up and carry on or will it all just be the same

"What?" Hermoine snapped, "Some friend?!" "YEAH SOME FRIEND!" Ginny yelled into Hermoine's face. "What did I do?" she asked getting worked up. "Nothing...thats what...you did nothing!" Ginny snapped. "Whats that supposed to mean!?" Hermoine asked. "You never have time for me, your always with your Bloody Boyfriend!!! I hate him Hermoine. I hate Harry Potter!" Ginny wailed. Hermoine's eyes softened, "You hate Harry?" "Yeah I do! He stole you from me!" Ginny began to cry.

'Cause, I'm young and hopeless
I'm lost and I know this
I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say
I'm troublesome, I've fallen
I'm angry at my father
It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care

"Ginny, I had no idea!" Hermoin, who was also crying, said softly, "I'll make time for you!" "no you won't..." Ginny said slowly, "You won't." "I will!" Hermoine defended. "NO YOU WON"T! NO ONE WILL!" Ginny screamed, "EVERYONE HATES ME!" with that she stood up and ran. She ran until her lungs burned. And even then she kept running, "I'm never coming back," She said beneath her breath, "I'm leaving...for good!"

No one in this industry understands the life I lead
When I sing about my past it's not a gimmick not an act
These critics and these trust fund kids
Try to tell me what punk is but when I see them on the streets
They got nothing to say

After about twenty long minutes she stopped. Where was she? She couldn't even see the academy. Nothing, Where was she. She sighed, "I guess this is it, not like anyone's coming to look for me." She sat down on the dampened grass and pulled out her wand, "At least I have this." She used a few charms and counjered up a candy bar, "Good enough for now," She thought and started to munch on it.

And if I make it thru today will tomorrow be the same
Am I just running in place?
If I stumble and I fall
Should I get up and carry on or will it all just be the same

The sky was darkening by the time Ginny really realized what was going on. She sighed, "No body cares...no one's looking for me." She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out her small jack knife. Her dad had given her it when they had gone camping. She flipped the blade open and positioned it upon her wrist. She dragged it hastily across producing a red line. Dripping with blood. She sighed and did it again in another spot. Then again...and again...and again.

Her small wrists were white. Now they were creased with red. Blood. The pain had lasted for a few seconds. Then numbed over. It was okay. She yawned. Seeing how tired she was she curled up in a ball on the ground and fell asleep. But for some reason it wasn't peacful like all her other sleeps. It was restless. Her dreams were full of anger, hate, death, and Tom Riddle. She tossed and turned. But still nothing. "WHY ME?!" She screamed into the darkness of the night, "WHY THE HELL DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME?!?!"

I'm young and hopeless
I'm lost and I know this
I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say
That I'm troublesome, I've fallen
I'm angry at my father
It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care
I don't care
I don't care