Who am I?
Disclaimer: I do not own the show or the characters etc etc
WHY??? WHY ME?? WHY NOW??? AM I REAL? CUZ I DON'T FEEL REAL? WHY AM I EVEN WRITING IN THIS STUPID DIARY? I DON'T NEED IT! I'M NOT HUMAN!
Dear diary, I don't know who I am anymore. Yesterday I was a regular teenager, with regular teenage worries. Like who am I going to take to the next dance? Or what am I going to wear to school tomorrow? But now? Now I find out I'm not just a teenager. I'm some all powerful thingamabob that's supposed to open the mouth of hell and Glory's doing her best to get her hands on me. How should I feel? Should I feel special? Cuz I sure as hell don't. I'm made of Buffy's blood but am I her sister? I don't think so. I know this isn't her fault but I feel like she's betrayed me somehow. I'm so confused. I'm going to take a walk.
Dawn
Dear diary,
Now the initial shock has worn off, I'm starting to not see it. I don't get it. Why should a Key have to go to school? Why does a key write a diary? What am I? Am I even real? I have all these memories, but none of them are real. My mom. sorry, Buffy's mom, is trying to make it better. How can she make it better? SHE'S NOT MY MOTHER! And Buffy's not my sister. She says she cares, she says she wants to look after me. She only wants me here because it means Glory doesn't have me and can't open the Hellmouth. If I just committed suicide it'd save them all the trouble. Or would it? I don't think I care anymore. No. I don't care. Why should I care? I'm not real.
Dawn
Dear diary,
I slit my wrists the day I found out. I wish I'd died. I don't want to suffer. WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG? Can somebody tell me? Can anybody tell me?
Dawn
Dear diary,
I'm going to quit writing this stupid diary now. I should have burned it with the rest of them. I should've burned with them. Stupid pieces of useless paper. I hate Buffy. I hate her mom. I hate Glory. I hate the world.
The Key
Disclaimer: I do not own the show or the characters etc etc
WHY??? WHY ME?? WHY NOW??? AM I REAL? CUZ I DON'T FEEL REAL? WHY AM I EVEN WRITING IN THIS STUPID DIARY? I DON'T NEED IT! I'M NOT HUMAN!
Dear diary, I don't know who I am anymore. Yesterday I was a regular teenager, with regular teenage worries. Like who am I going to take to the next dance? Or what am I going to wear to school tomorrow? But now? Now I find out I'm not just a teenager. I'm some all powerful thingamabob that's supposed to open the mouth of hell and Glory's doing her best to get her hands on me. How should I feel? Should I feel special? Cuz I sure as hell don't. I'm made of Buffy's blood but am I her sister? I don't think so. I know this isn't her fault but I feel like she's betrayed me somehow. I'm so confused. I'm going to take a walk.
Dawn
Dear diary,
Now the initial shock has worn off, I'm starting to not see it. I don't get it. Why should a Key have to go to school? Why does a key write a diary? What am I? Am I even real? I have all these memories, but none of them are real. My mom. sorry, Buffy's mom, is trying to make it better. How can she make it better? SHE'S NOT MY MOTHER! And Buffy's not my sister. She says she cares, she says she wants to look after me. She only wants me here because it means Glory doesn't have me and can't open the Hellmouth. If I just committed suicide it'd save them all the trouble. Or would it? I don't think I care anymore. No. I don't care. Why should I care? I'm not real.
Dawn
Dear diary,
I slit my wrists the day I found out. I wish I'd died. I don't want to suffer. WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG? Can somebody tell me? Can anybody tell me?
Dawn
Dear diary,
I'm going to quit writing this stupid diary now. I should have burned it with the rest of them. I should've burned with them. Stupid pieces of useless paper. I hate Buffy. I hate her mom. I hate Glory. I hate the world.
The Key