A/N I just think that every character deserves a story. They each had one, A story: A life, a family, friends, laughs and tears... And that every story deserves to be told. Even if it's ending doesn't look good.

Dedicated to Myrtle,

P.S. I would never throw a book at you.

-Enjoy this. Disclaimer (and I'm only putting it once because it can get tedious to repeat): J .K. Rowling wrote the Harry Potter Books and owns the character of Myrtle.

Introduction:

You know that I have decided what the greatest thing about life is; that no matter what is happening now, good or bad: it will always change. I've seen it, again and again. Situations work themselves out, the happy become sad and lonely but then awhile later they get a bright little flash that makes them grin and laugh and dance. And then one day everything is okay again.

Change.

You see, that's how I know that I am not alive. Not really. Not really at all. Because for me nothing will ever change, I do not laugh. I do not smile and I can not dance.

For I am dead.

No, that's a lie... I suffered a fate much worse than death. I'm merely here, In the bathroom that I used to come to when I wished I would die. Oh the irony. You'll laugh I'm sure. Most people laugh; and point; and smirk.

They do it with their friends. 'Entertainment' even. They made me sick. Not physically of course, never physically... but it's still there in my head, with everything else.

Welcome to my frozen life. Or My frozen death depending on how full your cup is.

I'm a ghost. But people like to forget that I wasn't always. Professor Dumbledore told me once that they do it because they don't understand, but they wouldn't if they could remember what i do. What I'll always remember.

But he doesn't like to remember either, when he walks about his school. He doesn't like to think about little old me, sitting in my bathroom away from the living and yet still among them. No-one wants to think about something they can't fix.

Eventually everyone stops trying to find ways to say 'everything is going to be okay', and the worst feeling in the world is seeing in their eyes that they can't mean it anymore.

My name is Myrtle.

Do you want to hear a ghost story?

A/N: There we go. Read and Review.