Pansy's end
Dear whomerver find this letter,
Yes, I'm going to do it,
I can't believe I'm actually going to do it,
I wish I had found another way but no, it hurts too much.
Everybody thinks I'm a slut, I know, all I wanted was to feel loved, but I know I'm not bright, or very nice either.
If I do wear make up so much, it's because I'm not pretty.
If I do dress like that it's because I want to draw attention.
If I do act as I do is because I want to be part of a group, any would do.
I wanted to feel loved, and all I found was rejection from every part.
I loved Draco, he didn't care, I was just a a good way to make up the numbers for him.
I wanted to make him jealous so I slept with other boys.
Still he didn't give a fuck.
He didn't even do my first time, I did his but when we finished he got up from the bed and left as if nothing had happened,
As if it didn't matter.
I wonder how he is going to act,
he'll probably find someone else, if he hasn't already,
he won't shed a tear, or even feel any pain, I'm sure.
Oh, well nothing matters anymore.
Good bye from an unloved girl whose body will lay dead on the ground of the toilets.
Pansy Parkinson.