I know this isn't typical Harry Potter Fan-Fic but try to guess the character.
Also I am from Lithuania and my english isn't so good, so i appreciate editing, but try no to be so harsh.
You stare down a gun. In every movie you have ever seen, there is someone scary holding the gun, be it a mobster, or a jealous spouse. But they are not on the other side of the gun. Your own manicured hand is looking back at you. You think, I have 5 tests tomorrow, I am so tired, and my head hurts, what if it could be all over? You wouldn't have to study for your oral in history tomorrow or deal with this pounding in your head.
If you asked anyone else at your school they would say you had friends, but you know you don't. You don't know the girls you laugh with, and they don't know you. Your name, that you love, has been shortened to Bi'atch. Maybe its because they have forgotten, and are to self-conscience to ask what your name once was. You think about the likely, that there is no heaven, and shooting yourself will only cause you and your family more pain.
The pounding gets louder, you think about it once more, but you don't pull the trigger, you click the safety on and drop the gun. Because you refuse. You refuse to have your only memories be of high school. To leave behind a world you never got to experience or change, for the good or for the better. To have the people who mourn you be strangers on the Internet. To be a sob story on the news late at night. You refuse to hurt your mother, father, and siblings. Most of all you refuse to not do everything in your power to die at 104, in the arms of a man who loves you, surrounded by your children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Because I refuse to be sad when things will get better. I will make them better.