"Even though you're still living When you wish you were gone Is the greatest accomplishment that I'll ever feel? How are you supposed to get through life? Just by living day by day? So everyday I stay here Is another day I cry I don't know why I can't just leave I don't know why I can't stay For some it's just so easy I wish I could just be numb My lives on the brink of destruction And yet It's the best it'll ever be Or ever become."

Ginny had been writing so frequently, it seemed that everything would come to her. Thoughts flowing onto her ink quill, and then dripping onto the paper like waterfalls.

It was almost like she was falling into the paper. This was her first escape. It was still one of her favorites of the two. She only had two. Which is why it was one of her favorites.

Ginny stopped and looked down. It looked like a whole bunch of scribbles to the common person, just notes. Ginny knew though, it was just another 5 minutes of a clean escape. She didn't have to worry about being caught writing.

She still had what she wrote, that night.

She didn't write ABOUT it, just what she felt after.

Ginny reached into her trunk, looking around. She pulled out 2 pieces of parchment. As she read, the thoughts came flooding back to her. The party, too many drunken people.

'I don't even know if he remembers. This would explain his attitude toward me every time we meet.'

Over the summer, when Harry came back to visit, horrible things started to happen. Everything changed so dramatically.

Parents had left, friends over, alcohol.what else were teens supposed to do right?

Ginny didn't even want to get involved. She just sat back, and watched every one of them make fools of themselves.

She went upstairs, without looking back. Ginny sat on her bed, and looked at the ceiling, ignoring the sounds from downstairs.

She saw the door creek open, and the shadow stand there. AS he stepped into the light, she saw it was Harry.

"You scared me, I ."

"Be quiet Dud. IM tired of you, always getting in the way. Now get out of my room!"

"I'm in my room, so why don't YOU get out. Sheesh. You people need some GET- UP Elixir. You people have no clue what's going on."

"Oh, you're a girl."

"Yea, and when did you recognize this?"

HE walked over and kissed her. His breath tasted like sour candy.

She pushed him off her.

"Get off me you sick perv. Get out of my room!"

"Don't touch me like that."

"I was about to say the same to you, now get O-"

HE pushed her against the wall, and started to chock her. Ginny moved further, and further up the wall. She kicked to get him off her, but nothing worked. Harry held her up with one hand, and reached into his pocket. He held it to her neck, and right above her chest, he cut one long line with one swift move.

He let her fall, and left the room, she wanted to scream how mad she was, she wanted to cry at ho much it hurt, nothing came out.

She just went to the bathroom and tried to stop the bleeding. Ginny got a shirt, and tied it around the wound, onto her back. It stayed in place pretty well. She felt tired, so she laid down and slept.

Ginny snapped back to reality.

Since then, she realized why some people said love hurts. Even after that, she still kind of liked him.

She still could feel the scar. He also had slapped Hermione, but she wasn't as drunk as them, so she remembered. Hermione told him, and he apologized. They vowed never to let him get that drunk again.

Compared to what he did to Ginny, nothing had happened to Hermione.

Of course, the vows were broken. There were many other times, things happened with Ginny getting beat by Harry. She has actually been quite scared of him. And every time it happened, she wished things could be back to the way they were.

But her biggest question at the moment.

Was how Draco knew

And above all,

Why he cared.

HELLO! There was supposed to be more, and my keyboard isn't working (I'm on my moms comp), and I wanted to get his up quick. Thanks for sticking with me, ill try to have a new chapter up later.