Saying words was easy than cursing her ill fate. She didn't say so because she wanted the whole world to suffer. The severity of everything was what she wished to observe. She wanted to see how worst could things turn to. In intervals, the life had been dropping nuclear bombs at her. What if it all turned black for once? How deep could her life throw her in dirty waters?
And perhaps, yes, she also wanted to see how other people would react upon finding destruction at their doors. How would they cope up with nerve-wracking, blood-sucking, life-drenching problems? Would they give up on the first day or the day after the first day? How many of those would make it out alive? Would they still smile?
The normal Ellen would scold herself for wanting bad for other humans who were living peacefully in their lives and it wasn't even their fault that the girl would eventually found herself knocked down, but again, she didn't have the energy to do so.
