She soared through the air and stopped just before the door, blocking the doorknob.
He stuck his hand right through her stomach to reach the handle.
He froze and merely stared at his arm as it impaled her stomach. He was cold and shivering now.
"Do not do it. You promised." she whispered.
"He can't get away with this. He killed you! He…he raped you and then he murdered you!"
"He didn't kill me. I didn't finish the story." she said softly, pleadingly.
"What happened?" he murmured as he pulled his arm away from the doorknob and away from her.
"After he left me in the lavatory…I felt…worthless and horrible and…like I deserved to be called Moaning Myrtle. And I didn't want to live anymore. I wanted to die so I found my wand and I held it to my head and I said the curse. Did not really have much choice in coming back. It was decided for me."
"Tell someone!"
"No."
"Myrtle—"
"Look, now you know. You have closure. You do not have to come around anymore."
"You think I have been coming here for weeks just to know what happened?"
"What other reason could you have?"