There was a girl, she wasn't scary. In fact she was always smiling. Always laughing. She had a heart as pure as gold, but something took over that golden heart and replaced it with something far too dark. At first it was small, like a word on a page, but it soon turned into a sentence. Then a paragraph and soon the page was covered with this virus of anger and sadness. Her body reacted with anger and aggression but the virus won. Soon the girl was well aware of the virus she tried many ways to get it out of her heart. She cut her wrists, she wasn't hungry, she even tried to talk it out. But words are useless compared to the power of the virus. Soon enough she could barely hold her strong smile and her smile turned downward into a frown. Her grades decreased. Her smile disappeared. She slouched and was to nervous to go outside. She cared how she looked. The virus destroyed her. Soon enough the virus evolved into a bigger, stronger more powerful being. The being became a voice. He told her things. Bad things. He would whisper lies and harsh words. The girl pushed the world away to the point where the world hated her. She felt alone. One day she decided to end the virus. To end the pain. To end her life. It was to hard to handle. She hung a rope, and made a prayer.
“I shouldn't have loved you, but I couldn't help myself.”
She whispered out on her last breaths.
She now protects those who feel the same, their lives taken by heartbreak.