Is there even a point in living if I'm just going to die anyway? I HATE THIS! I hate everything that happened to me! What did I ever do to deserve all of this! THIS IS ALL OF THEIR FAULT! WHY DID THEY JUST HAVE TO DIE AND LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE THIS! I HAD DREAMS, I WANTED A FUTURE BUT I JUST GOT FUCKED OVER!
I grabbed the vase from the table and out of anger, I threw it on the ground. I thought it would make me feel better but it wasn't enough. I needed to throw something else, I needed to destroy something else. I grabbed the pendant the candy striper gave me and I threw it hard on the door as soon as it hit the ground hard. Black smoke started
y neck.
"I am a demon you see." He playfully grabs his horns on the top. They were red, complementing his black suit and tie. "Only you can see me right now. So don't try talking so loudly, you'll end up looking crazy to others."
