Dear Diary,
Slut. Whore. Wench. Yeah, I know what they call me. And when they say it to my face, I just laugh and shrug it off. Sometimes, I even pretend to agree with them. On the outside, I am strong and stone-faced, but every time I hear them, I cry inside. How did I get cursed with this horrid reputation? Wait, don't answer that, I know. Malfoy. Strutting around with his trademark smirk, treating me like a slave. A nobody. Just another person for him to walk over.
Well, Diary, I am sick of it. I have had enough of him using me as a doormat. No more, "Fetch me my robe," or "Pour me a glass of pumpkin juice." No more laughing at his stupid little jokes about Potter. Potter. Another one of the problems in my screwed up life. God, I hate him and his perfect little world. His perfect ring of friends. His perfect girlfriend. His perfect grades. (Well, I guess the mudblood is closer to the perfect grades part than he is.) How he perfectly saves the world from You-Know-Who practically every year. How he always comes off as a hero, no matter how many rules or laws he breaks... But Potter is the least of my troubles.
I can't name ONE person who takes me seriously. I suppose you might. But are inanimate and cannot express feeling. How can everyone be so insensitive? I am human, too. Why can't they see that? Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. Tears that sting, just as so many harsh words have stung. I just don't understand, Diary. Why does Dra—Malfoy use me like this? Along with everyone else for that matter. They include me when they need me. Need me to laugh at their petty jokes. Need me to back them up when they threaten another student. Then discard me like an old tissue. That's all I am to them, a lifeless being, just there for their amusement and for them to make use of in their own way. No one cares what I think. How I feel.
I want it to end. I am so tired of being put down and shunned aside. My dignity has been drained from me and my dreams crushed. I have no will to live, no reason either. Diary, I believe this will be my last entry in you. Maybe someday someone will actually care and read through this, maybe even publish it. I have filled you with my thoughts, dreams, complaints, crushes, secrets, everything no one else cared to listen to. I want to thank you for that. You have been the closest thing to a friend I have ever had. Who knows where I'll be going when I finish, but wherever it is, I will miss writing in you. Don't forget about me, the one who inscribed my life upon your pages. I'm sure everyone else will. I wish you luck in whatever becomes of you.
Love,
Pansy Parkinson
Well, there you have it! My one shot try at a depressing story. Not my style at all! Especially when I don't like Pansy much... Anyways, tell me what you think! Read and Review!