Ugly, Miserable, Moping, Moaning Myrtle

"Ooooh, it was dreadful, it happened right in here. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny, a different language, I think it must've been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then... I died." - Moaning Myrtle describes her death to Harry Potter, Ron Weasly and Gilderoy Lockhart in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Chapter 16.

I walk through the halls, keeping my head down, and hiding my face behind my hair, trying to keep my classmates from realizing that I've been crying once again. I shuffle past them hoping not to draw attention to myself. Trying not to draw attention to my big glasses, my chubby cheeks, my large nose, or my ugly pimply face in general.

UGLY! UGLY MYRTLE!

When I had received my letter to Hogwarts I had thought that it would be different, that for once in my life I wouldn't be picked on.

"Hey Myrtle!" I hear from my left, I keep walking.

"Hey," Olive Hornby says again, grabbing my arm and pulling me back, "Nice glasses you have there. They really bring out those ugly brown eyes of yours. Do you know where I could get a pair, you know, so I could burn them like the fashion disaster they are?"
Tears start to drip down my face.

"Are you crying?" She laughs, "Oh my god you are so miserable."

MISERABLE! MISERABLE MYRTLE!

I step away from her and run. I run as far away from her as I can, not caring that I would lose house points for being late to class. The rest of the Ravenclaws don't like me anyway.

I find myself outside of the 3rd floor girls bathroom. Tears streaming endlessly down my face. I know if I go in that someone will know, it's where I always go.

I go in anyway, knowing that it would be worse to be found by a boy than it would to be found by a girl. Tears are rushing out of my eyes like rivers.

Crying, sobbing, moping.

MOPING! MOPING MYRTLE!

I hide in one of the stalls and cry for a while.

The bathroom door creaks open and I hear a deep voice. That's not right, this is the girls bathroom. It's probably some Slytherin boy who's come to make even more fun of me.

"Go Away!"

I hear something, some garbled words of some sort.

"Go Away, YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!"

I see two great, big, yellow eyes and -

I hear a scream and open my eyes. To see Olive Hornby, I stand up to tell her to go away, but it only makes her scream more. I turn to see a body… my body, my cold, dead body on the tiled floor of the 3rd floor girls bathroom. I start to moan.

"No," I moan, "No, no, no."

I can't be dead. No.

I moan again.

MOANING! MOANING MYRTLE!

Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling and therefore do not own the characters of this story. And as many of the plot points came directly from Myrtle's description of her death, I do not own the major plot points of this story either.