It wasn't helpful, the way she kept looking at me as if I was a little girl whom she felt sorry for. A little girl. That was all I was to them, but I always knew I'd show them all someday. I kept thinking I could be more than just a little girl. Then, BANG, and it became as real as fantasy to me. How could I prove I was someone, when I just found out I was no one. I was a key. Just a blob of energy really. After I found out, they all looked at me like that. I hated it, but no matter how much I yelled, their faces wouldn't change. Was I no longer human to them?
I never dreamt Buffy would die for someone like me. Small Dawn. The key to the ending of the world as we know it. Yet she died for me, and I remember her voice as she said those final words to me. I hated me for letting her go and kill herself for me. She was the slayer, I wasn't. When I told her that, she only said "I love you Dawn" and threw herself off the tower.
Afterwards, they looked at me like I was human again, but they still treated me as some fragile little girl. Everyday, I wished Buffy would come back to me. The Buffy robot only mocked her memory, but I'd still crawl up into her arms and cry at night. She looked like my sister, but smelled like a computer. I hated her.
I continue living, and my sister is dead. How is that fair? I hate her for leaving, and I love her for sacrificing herself.
It still hurts in every breath though.
I am Dawn, the last survivor of the Summer family and the little sister of the best slayer there ever was and ever will be.