Chapter 5: The Truth Revealed

"Who said I was talking about her?" she said, looking Ginny in the eye.

Heart beating a million times a minute, Ginny thought for a second. "Me. I said so." She turned and left the room.

What was she thinking of? Playing games like that is NOT funny! She doesn't care for me as much as she cares for Rachel. Like she said, her and Rachel; it's deeper with them. How I just want to cry. I want to freeze, my stomach has gone cold and I'm crying, it's all I can do. Well, until I found my way of relieving stress. Punching. But she doesn't know. Will she ever know how much she means to me? Even if we're not as close as it seemed to everyone. To me she was my future, I only wanted to be with her. She's all I thought of. And now it's gone.

In the kitchen, Harry was sat at the table, drinking a glass of water, looking anxious. Presumably he knew exactly what was going on.

"Ginny. Are you ok?" he asked softly.

"Fine." she forced a smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just asking I guess to - "

"Harry, whatever she's told you is a lie. I demand you forget it right now because it's a lie. None of it's true, it's a lie ok? A lie." she ran from the room, tears flowing freely from her beautiful glassy eyes.

Why did she do this to me? I gave her everything I had, even if she didn't see it. It was waiting, just like a parcel at her feet. It was waiting - I was waiting, for her to pick me up, examine me and hold me forever like a cuddly toy. But she didn't and now she never will. She doesn't like Rachel. I could see it in her eyes. Those brown eyes with her heavy eyelashes that beat down on each other - damn, stop it, don't do that anymore. She doesn't like Rachel. She loves her. I'm sure if I asked her, she'd admit it too. All I want to know is why she pretended for so long she liked me as more than a friend, said she loved me, if this was on her mind the whole time. I can't be around her if all I can think about is her and Rachel all the time.

Ginny made her way up to the woods in the hope of quiet and calm, maybe she could burn some leaves with her wand, punch a few trees - anything that would relieve this feeling she had bottled up inside. What made it worse was the fact that no-one knew how she felt, not even her. Whenever she tried to describe it, she couldn't, it never seemed right.

Baggy jeans catching on branches and thorns as she walked through the trees, Ginny walked deep into the forest. She found a tree stump that she had come to so often, she could now see a shallow imprint of where she had sat. Now on her right she could see a large oak tree. A circle, no larger than her first, of bark had been scraped away. She had done this to avoid cuts and infections which would have been much harder to explain, for she chosen not to heal her knuckles after she had punched things. The feeling that remained there was much better than the emotional pain that she bottled up inside.

She stood infront of the tree and looked at the circle, her eyes were dead and now showed no emotion. If anyone was to look into them, they would see deep brown and depth, but nothing else. No fiery happiness that the Weasley clan were so well known for, no joy or mischeif, not even pain. It had all vanished. Her right hand balled into a fist, as did her left. Very slowly. Ginny lifted her right fist and looked at it sadly. The skin was pale, but her knuckles were red and had a purplish tinge to them from her previous outburst at the tree. Angrily she lashed out at the tree. Punch after punch, her knuckles swelled up, went red, and bled. In a fury of red hair and tears Ginny attacked the tree even more. Whimpering after each punch but she still carried on.

Ginny soon found herself sat on the forest floor leaning against the tree. You could see the tear stains on her cheeks, she hadn't wiped her tears. Why? When they can stay there. Wiping them shows you are ashamed to be crying. Ginny was not ashamed. She stared blankly ahead at the trees around her and wondered why she had fallen for Hermione. Hermione of all people, when it was always going to be so impossible. When it would never work. Just why, was all she ever wondered.

Back at the Burrow, Hermione removed herself from a trance like state. She had a new gift also, that no-one knew about. No-one at all. She could watch people, wherever they were. And she had just been watching Ginny. Sighing deeply, she picked up some parchment and a quill.

Gin,

I'm sorry for everything. I love Rachel. I want to be with her. Please don't beat yourself up about this (literally Ginny!). Don't let me be the reason for you hurting yourself. I can't stay here. I've seen what it's doing to you. I'm so sorry. I don't even want your forgiveness, I don't deserve it. What I did was wrong, but I was confused. I'm sorry again.

Love

H.

Hermione left the note on ginny's bed and left via floo.

Ginny stayed where she was for over an hour. Eventually, she looked around herself, smiled wryly and got up. She made her way to the shed where the car was kept.

She had seen in a few muggle movies people asphixiating themselves, and had decided this was the way she wanted to die. And now was when she wanted to die.

She decided to write a note to the people who mattered, because she didn't want them in pain, but she could no longer stay here if Hermione was around.

Family,

I love you, more than I show. I'm an ignorant, selfish, self-absorbed person. I don't deserve to live. Thank you, for everything you have ever done for me. I love you. Never forget it. Please don't cry for me. This is what I wanted.

Love forever

Virginia Weasley, youngest Weasley, and family lover, no matter what.

Hermione,

I have nothing to say. Except I wrote a poem for you. I hope you don't mind. Here it is:

You've made your decision
With those words you spoke
You locked me in my newfound prison
Will i tough it out? or will i choak?

Sometimes i feel ok but
Other times when i think about it
I just wanna take the blade and cut
But if it was too deep, this time you wouldn't hear me utter 'oh shit'

Never thought i'd be affected this way
All the other things i've written
Were when i actually wanted to stay
But why, if all i have is this prison

You don't know how what you say
Burns me inside and out
I have to feel it everyday
Unless i take a stand and shout

"Do not let love fool you
I did and look at me
It's only a game, it's never true
Fall if you will, but then you'll see."

With the last word I utter
I'll jump to my death
"Look , it's the cutter"
They'll say as they hold their breath

I'm finally free now as i lie
Free from you and free from my prison life
I never imagined i'd WANT to die
But what do you expect from someone who befriended a knife?

Here she lies under the ground
Because of your games
She now can't make a sound
Do you even think it's a shame?

I didn't mean to hurt you
I thought you'd understand how I felt
I thought you knew
I guess it could have been better dealt you say

All she wanted was someone to love her
She fell so hard and took her life
You should have told her sooner
Cos now you have no chance, to make it right

I'm so sorry
I never meant it
I love her don't worry
I'll treat her right you say

You think I care how you'll treat this girl?
You think I care for your sorrow?
Well I don't, you never cared for my world
But I'll never let you forget, I'll always be in your tomorrow.

There you are Hermione. Yes, I cut too, but I wouldn't scar my body for you. You're special, and I love you, but you can read the poem and keep it forever. If you don't.....I know it's etched into your mind. G'bye.

She got into the car, rolled up the windows and locked the door. After taking a deep breath, she let the gas take its effect.

(A/N: So, that's me edited the chapters. Hope it was good.)