My parents died when I was 10. They were brutally murdered in front of my eyes by a man I don't remember the face of.

  The only family I had left was my dog wich was killed by my bullies in middle school. Why do people even do these things ?

  Do they get an odd sense of satisfaction by committing these acts ?

  I really hate people, they are all fake and throw at you a false trust, only to backstab you ter on.

  This is why I decided I don't need friends anymore, after all, they always end up using me.

  I have to afford my living expenses and education by myself. I thought I would start a new life altogether by going to Santa Maria but I was wrong.

  Upon the pretext I'm cute, even though I'm not, the girls there hate me. Their favourite thing to do is stealing the key from the janitor to lock me in the bathroom. They really have a weird sense of humor. I even started using those big round gsses recently even though I don't need them so people don't see my face. Even with them, they don't leave me alone still.

  I'm tired of it all but I'm too afraid to end it all.

  This time...I'll...

  " Oh, sorry about that."

  This girl again ? Why is she always here when my mind goes completely in a downward spiral ? Always showing up and offering me her false kindness. It honestly makes me sick. Besides, I don't even remember seeing her in school before.

  " Oh, it's you again. I think your name was Allison or something, at least that's what Jessica said when she was being a bitch to you."

  " It is...Can you move ? I really hate when people pretend they care about me."

  Stop looking at me with this sad face, there's nothing wrong with me !

  They're wrong ! I'm not cursed ! I'm not cursed ! It wasn't my fault they died ! Grandma, Auntie ,stop saying it was my fault !

  " Are you okay ? You started holding your head and trembling, so I was quite worried ."

  " I'm fine ! It's none of your business !"

  I pushed her out of my way, as the crisis of my mind started drawing closer and closer. It's not the first time I had those anxiety attacks.

  However, for some reason, the presence of that girl made them more bearable.

  I ran to the bathroom, seeking refuge.

  " Seems like I can't get along with that girl. I wouldn't mind being friend . I feel like she would also get along with Li but maybe that's a bad idea. I wonder what makes her so afraid of people. No, that's a stupid question considering how she's treated by Jessica and her goons."

  At times when my anxiety reaches it's peak, I'm often visited by a strange shadow with a red eye.

  It talks to me, saying exactly what I want to hear. Always asking me the same question, do I want to offer my soul to finally find happiness.

  I don't believe in paranormal phenomenons so I always thought it was my mind seeing things and have never responded.

  However,there might a possibility one day I'm too far gone to refrain from wishing I'll upon people.

  Still, the only thing I can't change is that the person I hate the most is myself...