A/N: School holidays! Woo! Holidays = free time, which = updates! Again, I haven't updated in a while, stupid writers block! *sob* It's Moaning Myrtle! *sob*
Life. Wouldn't it be nice to live again? I haven't lived in so long. Of course, some would argue that I do live, I walk, I talk, I see. But I don't live, I exist, and for someone like me, those are two very different things. For over fifty years I have drifted through the halls of this ancient school, a ghostly apparition, ice cold to the touch. On this lonely path I am forever condemned to tread I leave no footprints. Nothing ties me here, I have no relationships, no wants or desires save that which is forever forbidden to my kind. But this Mirror, it shows something different.
Gazing into the reflective surface, I am pulled into a world of fantasy. A world where I am not Moaning Myrtle, just Myrtle, and I am very much alive. I can eat, chew each morsel of the delicious meal as it enters my mouth, and savour the explosion of flavour on my tastebuds. As I walk, I enjoy the sounds, the steady rhythm my feet produce as they hit the ground, and of course the footprints. Visible proof that I matter, but not only that; I am matter, made up of billions of tiny atoms buzzing around. Together, these atoms make up a living, breathing person: me.
How nice it would be to live in this imaginary world for all of eternity, content and oblivious to the truth. However, my logical side has other ideas, pulling me back to the present. Just like that, the horrid reality is staring me in the face: I am Moaning Myrtle, a nerdy-looking, depressed, dead girl.
I long to return to oblivion, to stare at the Mirror. It takes all my restraint to stop myself. No, Myrtle, I think firmly, you must keep your grip on reality, you must stay here, continue the never-ending journey along the path with no destination. You are not living or dead- you simply are.