Everyone thinks I'm perfect. Everyone believes me to be flawless. They don't know what I long to do in my dark room each night. They'll never know that I'd love to hear my own screams shatter the silence of the wee hours of the morning. Father doesn't care. Never has, never will as long as I become one of them. I never want to become one but it's inevitable. I attempted to befriend Harry Potter twice. He refused both times shattering my hopes. He could've helped me. He's the only one who can. It too late now anyway though. Mother tried to help before. It didn't work of course. Crabbe and Goyle don't help my sanity at all. They have begun to get so annoying I want to wrap my long pale fingers around their necks and watch them die everytime they utter a word. My one true love is one I could never have. Her lovely pale face floats into my mind everytime I close my eyes. I'd love to admit my love to her and the whole world but that would ruin my perfection. I long to run my fingers through her soft red hair but never dared to. I could have had her. I didn't because we would both have suffered terrible consequences. I pull out a knife feeling my face contort into a demented grin as I stare at the sharp silver blade that will end it all forever. I run it across my wrists feeling two sharp pains across my wrists and watch the blood stream out. I think I hear footsteps but don't care. I black out hoping for the last time.
I wake up to a nurse standing over me.
"Damn, failed again." I think before falling back asleep dreaming of the perfect life I'd never have...