When I was 8 years old, I realized that life is not all fun and games. I had been bullied all my life, but never had anyone done THIS.

They killed him.

They killed my only friend. I was fine until this. Why did they have to do it? They could've beat me up, tortured me, or even killed me, but they killed him.

WHY DO THEY GET TO ENJOY LIFE!?

I was unstable. I ended their miserable lives 3 years later. Then everyone was afraid of me. I had gone insane, but soon after I was the shy and sweet girl I had been before. The dark scary side of me was locked up in a cage. After a horrible incident, I cut my long black hair short and ran away. If I couldn't find a place at the other kingdoms I just went somewhere else. Then I met HIM.