Here I thought I was born in life with a happy ending. It's how it all started after all. I was born in a somewhat wealthy and loving family. I had friends that cared for me and actually gave me attention but who knew just some accidents would take away everything I cared for?

"That is what you desired isn't it?" The demon in a black suit pointed his finger in my heart. "Deep in your heart, it's what you want. Yet you let the seeds of doubt sprout there. Why is that exactly?" He grinned maliciously.

"But.. but.. I.. didn't know that I would be taking her whole life! Her family, her friends, even her husband? It's essentially like killing her!" I scratched my head from the frustration and guilt at what I had just done.

"You know that's what you wanted. You told me that you wanted to live longer and get back at those who tormented you right? I gave you a way to do that. Why are still complaining, are you not thankful for what I had just given you?" The demon questioned me with his raspy and deep voice.

I remained silent, not speaking a word about what had just happened. Is this really what I should do?