I wanted revenge. Revenge was the...no, don't let your thoughts corrupt you with the urge of sadistic actions. I kept telling myself, Viola, that is not the way to do things. That you should not let your mind wonder into the depths of hellish ideas. My mind was facing an endless battle of superiority between sanity and psychopathy.
Ellen, she was the one that did this to me. If she hadn't taken my body, my father wouldn't have killed me. It was kinda my fault for agreeing with her back then. I was so stupid, immature. Because I thought she was my friend, everything I've ever owned and loved was taken away from me by the hands of my very own father. Friends...you pretended to be my friend just for my body, you damn bitch. You should rot in hell, not me!
There had to be some way I could get revenge on that bitch. A way I could watch her slowly bled out, trying to gasp onto the little bit of life left in her. That was way my soul was still here after all, revenge.
One day Ellen woke up and found a note on the side of her bed. In blood, it read You'll be sorry soon, Ellen.-Viola
"What? How is this even possible?"