Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
It was never easy coming to terms with the fact that my friend was murdered.
I never took her seriously when she would post things on Facebook like:
Lol, Satanic worshiping session after school, you in?
Or even,
I shall sacrifice myself to Satan tonight.
But it was so much more serious than that. It was so much more serious when she came
to school with the number 666 carved into her wrists.
They were still bleeding, for God's sakes! During the day, she would write 666 in her
notebooks, and talk non stop about her saviour, her protector, Satan.
During the last day I saw her, she never made eye contact with me. Never told me of her
plans. She didn't even speak to me.
Well that night, she got a Ouija board out, in order to contact her saviour.
During the night, she finally got to talk to him.
I never got why she was so obsessed with Satan.
I mean, once I finally made it into her house, she was pleading for me not to kill her.