Don't Cry
D/G
Disclaimer: I have no life, I have no money, I have no owernership to characters, I have no ownership to anything you recognize.
Summary: Ginny hates her life, she hates everyone in it, will suicide be the answer to her problems, and how will a certain Slytherin fit in?
Chapters:
Depressed
Am I dead?
Why
Get of my CASE!
I love you
Am I dead now?
Is it the End?
NOO
I love you too
A/N
Chapter one: Depressed
Ginny wiped a tear off her cheek with her palm. She was a mess. Her hair was all frizzy, her eyes where bloodshot from crying, and her freckles stuck out even more, than usual.
She was pretty, yeah, she was, and she didn't have one problem with the way she looks. Its just, that well, people pick on her, Ron pretends it isn't happening, and well basically, Ginny's life sucks, she wants to end it, put her out of her misery, and she will.
She has it all planned out. Go to class, eat dinner, say good bye, and jump out of the window, it was simple, she'd fall to the ground and break her neck, blood splattered everywhere. It couldn't go wrong.
Ginny walked towards the bathroom.
Her plan was foolproof.
A simple spell made her hair its normal shade of red. There was nothing she could do with the dark circles under her eyes, they'd just have to stay there, and she'd tell people that she was tired.
She walked out of the bathroom, and put on her school uniform, a white long sleeved shirt, with a black and yellow tie, with a vest on top of that, then her gray skirt, her school robe, her socks, and finally her black school shoes. All done, prepared for another day of her miserable life.
"Ginny! Hurry up we want to eat you know!" Hermione yelled. Hermione was the closest thing Ginny hat to a friend.
"Coming 'Mione!" Startled, Ginny managed to choke out. She picked up her school stuff and walked slowly down the stairs.
"Oi! Ginny are you okay?" Harry asked her cheerfully.
Like you would care.
"I'm fine Harry," She told him. "Just tired."
"You defiantly look it." Harry said taking Hermione's hand.
Thanks. That makes me feel so much better.
"Come on, Gin." Ron said when he was halfway out of the portrait hole.
"Coming dear, brother." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, as she made her way out of the common room.
Ron stared at her for a moment. Shook his head, and kept walking.
Thanks for asking Ron, I'm fine.
She followed them, all the way down to the Great Hall.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat next to each other, and immediately began to eat their food; Ginny just stared at them.
Pigs. The lot of them.
Slowly she drifted away from the noisy sound of the Great Hall, her body was still sitting at the table staring at Ron, Harry and Hermione but her mind was somewhere else... she needed to think. She sighed quietly and a tear rolled down her cheek.
She was losing it, crying over nothing.
Relax Ginny!
Her eggs and bacon looked at her happily. Ginny picked up her fork, and began to eat slowly. She was never hungry these days.
She finished her meal and walked out of the Great Hall leaving Hermione, Ron and Harry behind.
Her first class today was Potions, an all Gryffindor class. She walked down the deserted dungeons. Or more like she 'drifted' down the deserted dungeons.
"Well if it isn't the littlest Weasley!" Someone said behind her.
"Unfortunately." She breathed.
"Are you all right Weasel?" The voice said again.
Ginny turned around.
"I doubt that's any of you business!" She yelled.
It was Draco Malfoy, the slytherin prat.
"Sorry, for asking." He said walking past her.
"No, its okay, its just that..." She burst out crying.
"Weasel! WEASEL! STOP!" Malfoy yelled. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her softly.
Ginny sniffed.
She looked up at Malfoy and said, "I need to get to class."
Ginny's classes where done for the day and as time crept closer Ginny found herself becoming more and more depressed.
She slowly walked all the way to the Gryffindor common room.
"Password?" The fat lady asked.
"Puffed Shrimp." She said simply.
As Ginny climbed up the steps she began to feel lightheaded.
She walked into her private dormitory and closed the curtains of her four-poster bed, she went into the bathroom to leave her robe and books. She washed her hands and looked in the mirror. Usually she would have many doubts and questions run through her head but not tonight. No, there where no doubts tonight. She dried her hands with a towel and she threw it on the floor. She closed the door to her bathroom and smiled. Today was the last day of her miserable life.
Out side she saw Collin.
"Hello CAH-LIN!" She said waving her hand in his face.
"Hey, err, Gin, are you okay?" Colin asked her surprised. Ginny never says hi to him, ever.
"Yes I'm fine what makes you say that? Are you going down to dinner? I'll go with you!" She said.
"Yeah, err sure." He replied.
They walked down the hall, silently, well almost. Ginny noticed the camera around his neck and she poked it.
"So CAH-LIN! What have you been up too? Snapping any more candid shots of HAA-RY?" She asked him.
"Um, I got to go!" He told her as he walked into the Great Hall, almost running.
"Okay CAH-LIN! See you later!" She yelled after him.
I'm going mental. Do people usually become so exited when they know they are about to die? Usually not, right?
But in this case she had a reason to be happy. She would never see the teasing faces of her classmates again and that was all she had to be happy about and that was all she needed.
Ron noticed Ginny's smiling face and smiled back at her. 'This is a change' He thought happily.
Ginny picked up her fork and knife and ate her food fast. Ginny hadn't eaten so much in so long. Tonight she seemed to be especially hungry. She served her self four plates of food, and she still wasn't finished. She looked up to see the trio staring at her.
Now you know how I felt this morning. She thought but instead she said, "I'm hungry!"
Ginny finished her fifth plate of food and said to the trio; "Well goodbye brother! I will miss you dearly! Goodbye Hermione you where a great uh- acquaintance." She hugged her brother. "Oh, and Harry," She started sweetly. Harry looked up at her smiling. "I hate you." She spat at him.
She finished by giving the finger to Harry, and waving at Hermione.
It was finally time.
She ran to her common room, yelled out her password, went to her room, and stood on the window still.
She stood there for a moment, perkiness gone.
Did she really want to do this?
It was to late for doubts.
She looked down.
It was a long way to the ground.
The more time she had to think.
She laughed out loud.
She jumped.