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Date Posted: 15:21:24 04/25/02 Thu
Author: ginny weasley
Subject: is living a half life worth it at all?

It was like suffocating, no longer adept at breathing, yet craving to, requiring to, but gradually experiencing her life force being sucked out of her actual essence. Now the girl has three casualties to suffer over. Fred and Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter. Her adored brothers and her extensive but past worshiped that had twisted into a desperate awe, something that could by no means endure companionship because of her bottomless mortification and trepidation, but she was even now uninformed of where that fright came from.

Something inside the girl shatters, and all wisdom of organization and authenticity is misplaced within the intense depths of throbbing that she has obtained over numerous time of existing in the gloom and encountering treachery. An acidic chortle seeps from the girl as her digits grasp her cranium, support it as though she requests hope, her eyes evaluating Harry�s letter to Ron�s. Both were theoretically supposed to be sturdy enough to defend her, to keep her, the fragile one, harmless. Yet there they were, both evading the anguish of existence in their diverse methods. �I�m not dense, Ron. I know you won�t be back�I know what death is�I just can�t understand why you�re leaving me here. I need you now more then ever to help me cope with living�why couldn�t you see that?� Her psyche begs with itself, as though soundless pleads will transport her elder brothers back to her, because now reflecting on it, Harry is more like an older brother then anything�but an alienated one, one that she hasn�t exposed until now.

She is staggered to see how much they all, once considered as pests and third-supports, mean to her. Sure, she was forever plainly caring toward them (except for Harry, whom she still tended a phobia about, even now), but now she discovers herself at a failure. �Who�s going to protect me now and make me smile when I think that the sun will never shine? I need him to come back! FREEDDD!! RONNN!! HARRYY!! � Exactly, like screeching where not a soul can perceive your clamor is going to fetch back your brothers. A disheartened sigh flees from the breathing gadget as she concludes to swaying back and forward, chest hugged by elevated additions as though seizing onto herself will revive her from the surrounding darkness. �No.� It is the solitary sound that is voiced before her formerly seated shape goes flaccid with fatigue and the slumber that had been escaping her for numerous days obtains authority above her, escorting her disinclined spirit into the snarled world of nightmares, where, just like in the real world, she is abandoned and without hope.

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