I looked beyond my window, up at the stars, shining in the dark sky. Harry had told me he had hidden the bottle from the others' sights. He had left only minutes before, so had everyone I knew. I felt as though they had turned their backs towards, trying to forget the nothingness I had become and longed for the old Ginny to come back.

My every being craved for that bottle, he had refused to give it to me, and why should he? That bottle had turned me into something wretched, had twisted my mind, my very soul in to something I hated. The craving took over me and soon I began to scream. The pain was unbearable, every part of me cried out for that drug, cried out for one small taste…

"Harry! Harry! Please! Give it to me! Harry!"

I knew that if I did not get it soon, I would rather die than stay alive, I would rather succumb to my cravings than fight against it, I would rather be twisted and hated than loved, all I wanted was my bottle. All I wanted was to taste it my mouth again, to be free again, to escape… escape from an already damned world.

No one wanted me, no one needed me, so why not? Why not be free from them? I stood up screaming, destroying everything that I could, "HARRY!"

I slammed my fist into a mirror hanging beside my bedside. Pieces broke off. My hand was numb with pain; blood was oozeing from my palms. My head was racing, I need one taste, just one…

I looked at the pieces of broken mirror; I saw my reflection, "Take me Ginny! You don't deserve to be here! All you'll give is grief and suffering!" it teased me.

I starred harder, what was wrong with me? Was I losing my mind? No, I couldn't be… because it was right… I am worthless, "What do you want me to do?"

"Take me, take me, and slit your wrists… it'll be better for everyone. No one wants you around, least of all Harry. Do it for them… do it for him…"

I grabbed a sharp portion of mirror and looked into it, my reflection smiled, it smiled and it laughed, "Good girl Ginny."

Tears were spraying down my shirt. My red hair was mingled with sweat and tears. There's nothing more in this life… I'll do it for him…

My heart thumped at the slightest mention of Harry, he was all I had and now all I had was gone. Without a moments hesitation I slashed at wrists over and over again willing the pain to spread and devour my emotional agony. I prayed a silent prayer that they would all forgive me for what I had done.

Thick red blood squeezed from my wrists and unto the floor, free of its unwilling captivity. I slid to the floor, the floor littered with broken possessions. I cried like there was no tomorrow. "I'm so, so sorry…" I murmured.

I gazed into nothingness as my brain began to realize the loss of blood. The world around me seemed hazy, blurred by the blood that dripped into my eyes as I whipped them free of my salty tears. No matter how hard I tried the tears kept coming. The more I tried to think, the more my head began to burn. I screamed in my frustration, "LET ME GO! LET ME FUCKING DIE!"

I hadn't noticed that Harry had crashed to the door; I was too occupied with my thoughts, my tears, my screams, my cravings. I lay in the middle of my mess, in the middle of blood. The cravings within me were still strong. Harry ran over to me, he screamed something, I couldn't hear what he was saying, my whole body was throbbing and the only sound I could hear was the fast beating of my own heart and somehow, his.

He held me in his arms, his face close to mine, alarm written all over his face. Pain took hold of him, and the guilt inside me grew. I felt so weak, my eyes dropped, I could feel the thundering of footsteps in a hurry and Harry saying something I couldn't understand. I had caused this, this sorrow, for everyone.

"I'm so sorry," were the words that I repeated over and over again. The more I repeated those words, the tighter he held onto me. Darkness was creeping in from within the corner of my eyes, I fought to stay awake, to tell Harry it was for the better. Nothing good could have come out of my actions, this was better, everyone would be happy and he wouldn't have to suffer all the time. No…you wouldn't have to suffer anymore…

Before the darkness took complete control over me I heard the words he had longed for me too understand, "I love you…we'll get through this, please don't leave me…"