Coldness. That's all that she feels. No light, no laughter and definetley no love. That's what had driven her to her decision. Ginny sat in the prefects bathroom. No one used it anymore besides her and maybe 2 others. They were head boy and girl and now had their own bathrooms, so the odds were against them walking in on her. She sat on the cold stone floor in her silken nightie, hiking it up around her waist, exposing the her legs and the start of her bottom, draping it between her legs, still holding on to her modesty. Ginny closed her eyes with sweet relief as she let the blade run across the skin of her thigh. A test of her pain threshold, to see If it would hurt, she barely felt it at all. Her body was so cold that it was numb. She was surprised she wasn't blue. She smiled at her own joke before she did her final task, that would take her away from it all. Maybe in heaven she would feel loved again, feel warm. She hoped she would, because that was better than what she had here. Ginny dropped the blood ridden blade to the floor just as the door opened, she turned her head but with the immediate and drastic loss of blood she had just incurred, proceeded to get blurred vision, before promptly vanishing to darkness. The last thing she heard was a boys voice.

"Oh my god Weasley what have you done to yourself!"

A/N: I know its short, but that's just where I felt it needed to end. Please Read and Review, because without your encouragement its hard to keep it going.