Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything felt so right
Unbreakable like nothing could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Drop. Drop. Drop.
Ginny’s blood freshly contrasts with the white floor.
It’s red. Like all of the things which belong to Weasley’s.
She’s looking to the rill which is slowly trickling from her wrist but
she doesn’t know she hasn’t got much time.
She’s thinking only about him and the reasons why he broke the couple.
Told him she’s brave.
Laugh. Who is really brave in this world?
It isn’t her mistake that she’s feeling so horrible.
He had to know it.
And help her.

Here I am
Once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it
Can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Drop. Drop. Drop.
How can she look over this monotonous noise?
Ginny looked at her deep wound gravened into the beautiful wrist.
And she’s asking herself why is she doing this.
Well, it’s beacuse of Potter.
She has got a lot of great suitors who don’t want to know anything about
her past.
Some of this suitors don’t want to know anything about the future, too.
She could live absolutely normal live.
With one difference.
She won’t marry her real love.





I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together but so broken up inside
Now I can't breathe
No I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Compressing her wound she wants to stop the bleeding.
She has changed her mind – wants to give her life one more chance. The
last…
She reels out a piece of toilet paper because of imbiling her blood.
Whipping away everything what could disclose her.
All of a sudden. Black spots. It’s too late.
She reaches her hand towards a doorknob. Opens the door. And closes her
eyes.
She lies on the floor. Red gold is corroding even her dirty hair.
It’s too late. She has lost a lot of blood. Cannot stay alive.
Poor Ginny, had to know.
You cannot stop your destiny.

Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No I don't cry on the outside
Anymore



A/N: Makiki inspires me every day, but now I’m borrowing her amazing idea
with songfic so I wanted to say thanks.
I also want to thank Kelly Clarkson for this beautiful thing what I
cannot call only song.