A/N- Hey, I just wrote this on a whim, its kinda depressing, but I believe it has a good message. I hope you like it and remember to review!

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Ginny Weasley sat in her room writing her final letter, tears of anguish pouring from her eyes, but she had a fierce resolution burning inside her. This was her chance to tell the world how she felt and finally have someone listen to her, as no one had really done for years. Too many had lied to her. Too many had mistreated her, and too many had taken her for granted. She was tired of being a last priority.

So she silently folded her finished letter and laid it on her bed. She held the vial of poison in her hand for a moment, then softly whispered, "I'm sorry it came to this," and drank it all in one swallow. She crumpled to the floor and cried softly while death slowly took her away.

Hours later when someone would finally discovered her lifeless body and her letter they would be torn with heartache and remorse. They would be disgusted by the world's lack of caring. They would wonder how anyone who claimed to care about this girl could let her get so lonely as to do this to herself. They would wonder how not a single one of her so-called friends noticed her increasing depression.

Her letter now hangs in the Great Hall as a reminder to all to take the time to notice those around you.

The letter reads as follows:

You all cast me aside like I was no one. "Fun to hang around with," you'd say, but they why was I always a last resort? If you cared about me as much as you said you did they why did I never get called first or at all? I was everyone's back up plan.

Didn't you know it would hurt me? It drove me slowly insane. I can't take it anymore! I felt like I wasn't good enough. Like everyone had someone better, or prettier, or funnier to be with. I felt like everyone was doing me a favor when they found the time to be with me.

Everyone needs to be number one at some point. I've always had one brother or another to outshine me in almost every category. Percy was smarter, Fred and George were funnier and better athletes, Bill was cooler and Charlie was wiser. And Ron, well Ron had what I had always wanted most: true friends. Ron had Harry and Hermione. They always ran to him first with everything from deepest secrets to what they had for lunch. No one came running to me. No one. Ever.

If just one person had found time for me, things would have been different. If just one person would have come to me first with a problem, if anyone had ever really talked to me about something that truly mattered to them or confided a secret in me… Just one person was all I needed. But everyone went to someone else first. I was always thought of last.

I see no way to solve this issue and frankly, I'm tired of trying. So next time you see a redheaded girl walking down the street, you'll remember me and how no one ever really found the time to become my friend. Acquaintances aren't enough. Everyone needs true friends. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for anyone to be a true friend to me. I was always last on everyone's list. But next time you see a redheaded girl walking down the street you'll think of me first.

Regretfully gone,

Ginevera Weasly

How Do You Get That Lonely

How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go
How do you get that lonely... and nobody knows

A/N - Thanks Mocha! You really helped me! I love you to death!