Rescue me

-Come and rescue me.

It was all the little Ginny could say. She was lying on her bed, crying, hopping he to come back. The guy who left her alone, without any hope. She remembered her last meet with Draco Malfoy, the guy who've stolen her heart. And the guy who made her fool, and yet, she can't stop but feel guilty about it. she lost her ground after theyr fight.

They Were both at the second floor corridor, he with his magnificent cold expression, and she with the face as red as her hair.

-This used to be your secret. Now it's nothing. - He said when they met. Not any 'hi', or any sympathy. Just as cold as his pale face.

-That's it? I trusted you in everyway, but it wasen't enough to make you stay? - Teardrops running trogh her face, not sad tears, angry tears. She wanted to punch him, hurt him. Make him suffer physically the way she was suffering emotionally.

-You and me is over. Set me free, Ginny. I don't wanna be with you anymore, it's suffocating! - He shouted and then walked away, leaving a static Ginny behind.

It took a long time to her to move. But she didn't move on, she just ran to her room, to cry. Now with sadness. She had just destroied her perfect relationship. She knew, deep down inside that there were no relationship, that he've never loved her. She was just a toy in his hands. A new shiny toy. But now, like all the other kids, he got a new one. The blond Ravenclaw. Ginny saw then making out under a tree in the gardens. The've never made out in teh gardens.

This was the problem, he was afraid of thelling everione he was dating a Griffindor. And worst, with a Weasley. He probably liked her, but the coldn't be together, they belonged to different worlds. They would never be together, only in Ginnys dreams. Dreams where her and Draco walked hand to hand through the school fields, with everyone looking at them. And he didn'd care. They were happy, feeling beloved and special. Both of them. But this could only happen in the little redheaded dreams.

-I'm burning, can't you see? - Ginny was almost shouting in the empty dorm - I'm hunted by your shadow! I need to feel your face!

And she decided. Life was worthless without him. And she'll have her revenge when he realized that it was all his foult. She transfigurated her brush into a knife. For the first time she would really use her knolege of transfiguration for something good. Good to her. Three lines in each wrist marked with her eyeliner. Knife in the right position. But then she decided to stop. She needed to write him something, anything. She took a piece of paper and wrote down:

"I've lost my ground.
Come and rescue me.
I'm burning, can't you see?
Only you can set me free."

After the short letter she sent to him there was only one thing last. Lie in the bed and finish the work. She went too far to desist in the crucial moment. Carefully she pressed the knife against the lines. It hurted like hell. Six cuts lates she felt everithing fading, everything looking smaler, the walls coming closer. And then nothing. Everithing was black. The last thing thing she heard was 'I love you', like the first time he said it. Like they say: we die when love is dead.