Bulding bridges - Fanfic

I’m scared of bridges. I’ve never crossed this one, and I never thought I would. I hate how rickety they are, I hate how with each step you can see the bottom. I hate how they sway when huge gust of wind carresses the sides. Most of all, I hate how I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from jumping off, soaring through the air for a moment then meeting my tragic fate at the bottom

I leaned on the side of the bridge I looked down and the bottom was concealed by thick clouds, They looked thick enough to support a person. . Weird  how you couldn’t see the bottom, Is that possible? The sky was a gloomy grey, No sun in sight. No people in sight either… They had all gone to Hogmeade, No voices or laughter rang through the air. I was alone.  I had walked down the bridge and stopped, dead center (perfect for what I was going to do).

How could he have done this to me? Did he not like me anymore? What happened to the “forever” we promised? We were meant to be… Why can’t he see? Why did Harry do this to me…? It hurt, it really did. My soul mate, ripped away from me by a stupid war. My future destroyed, smashed into pieces & no one is there to help me pick it back up. My heart broke, like a porcelain doll that met its sad fate on the concrete. There won’t be a “Ginny Potter” and there won’t be children. There won’t be smiles, and there won’t be playful laughter. If there is… they won’t have his last name…

Tears streamed down my face like the blood that pounded through my veins. It wouldn’t stop. I sobbed quietly to myself, as I covered my face with my palms. My usual scarlet hair was a dull red today, Robbed of personality and happiness. Exactly how I felt. I felt hollow, I know I shouldn’t care so much about  boy who hurt me, but I couldn’t help it. It hurt, It really did. I wanted to cry my heart out (it’s what I was intending to do) I wanted to scream (but my voice was heavy with tears) I wanted to hit him (but I couldn’t do that). I felt weak. Never before in my life, had I felt weak. I was brought up with 6 brothers! I’m supposed to be strong…

No one would stop me, It’d be perfect. No one would know how I tossed my body over the edge. No one would know how much I wanted to this. No one would know how good it felt to finally be free.. No one would find my body. Exactly how I want it to be.

I sighed through the tears, and took a numbing potion so it wouldn’t hurt when I hit the bottom. Maybe there is no bottom, maybe I’ll keep falling, expecting my death but dying slowly in the air. Maybe I’ll get kissed by a dementor before I reached the ground. What’s dying like? Is it excrutiatingly painful? Or is it like sleeping…? Is it just like blinking or your soul being teared away from your body? I’m going to find out soon…

I went and climbed up onto the rail, with much frustration due to the potion. I spread my arms wide open,  ready to accept death and my knees started buckling. All of a sudden I heard a loud crash, and the sound of thundering feet. I turned to see Neville Longbottom running straight at me, leaving his crushed plants behind. I tried to hurry, I tried jumping, but the damn potion wouldn’t work. I felt myself slowly tip forward, but whatever I did seemed like it was done in slow motion. He was running at full speed now, tears pouring down his face.

“GINNY! GINNY, PLEASE! DON’T DO IT!” He yelled in a hurry.

I tried to jump, I want to embrace death with open arms. I tried to soar, I tried to release my soul as the tears poured down my face. One more inch… so much closer… I looked down, to watch my feet clumsily step over. Almost airborne, I felt a warm hand pull me back. I looked behind and I saw Neville with a look of determination printed on his face.

“Gin, Don’t do this… Please… come down”  he said, tears streaming down his face.

My body gave in, (damn that potion) I fell into him and we both landed on the ground.