You're in a room, dark, and damp and filled with familiar faces. In the middle of the room is a girl you know well, well somewhat. The only light in the room is focused on her. She is looking around, looking scared and alone. Every person she turns to starts to fade. First a raven-haired boy, then a tall red head boy, then a small red headed girl, then some one else. This continues until the room is empty of every one except you and her. Tears streaming down her face as she pulls out a sharp razor. She looks up at you with pleading eyes as she pushes the razor to one of her wrists. She presses hard, and slides the razor across, not once loosing eye contact with you. She does the same to the other wrist and drops the razor. It clatters to the floor and tears proceed down her face. Her knees buckle and she lets out a weak sigh. She falls to the floor and takes in small unsteady breaths. The piercing chocolate brown eyes begin fog over and her breathing stops. You open you mouth to yell for help, you feel so awful, as if it were your fault, but all that comes out of your mouth is a low deep and sickening laugh.
E V I L ! ! ! !
Did you know that evil is live spelt backwards?……