Author's Note: This story is a bit morbid. I didn't write it about any character in particular. I just got inspired when wondering if AK could be used on one's self. Enjoy, I suppose.
The young wizard sat on an empty bed picked up her wand. "Avada... Avada Ke... Avada Ked-" She said, pointing her wand at herself, before breaking into a heavy sob. She took a deep breath. "A-a-avada kedavra!" Nothing happened. The girl built up her stength. "Avada kedavra!" A spring of light burst from her wand and ricocheted from a force around her body to the floor. Her wand simply wouldn't kill her. More tears fled from her eyes as she buried her head in her pillow. "I just... I just wish I was dead."
The girl rolled over and looked at the dark mark on her forearm. She hadn't really wanted to become a Death Eater. She'd just wanted to be safe and happy. She knew it necessarily wasn't the right decision, but she thought she would survive. However, now she was more stressed and scared than ever before. She wanted the opposite. "I wish I was dead."