Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

Speak Of The Devil, And The Devil Shall Appear.

She Sees Things — Things That Might Happen, Things That Are Coming. But It’s Very Subjective. The Future Isn’t Set In Stone. Things Change.

At Least I Died Trying. And I Won.i Never Gave Them Away. I Never Hurt Them. I Did My Best To Find Them. I Tried To Keep My Promise... I Die For Them.

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.

For One Half Second, I Wondered What It Would Feel Like To Put My Hand In The Fire. What It Would Feel Like When I Burned.