I sit alone, writing, and slowly becoming worse and worse. The bodies lay around me, crying out their last desperate pleas. My hatred and depression bring my powers closer to the surface. Soon nothing of me shall be left but the empty shell of a once bright girl, dragged through the darkness untill her skin is listless and grey. Her hair once almost blonde brown has become almost as grey as her skin. Her eyes have gone a demonic red and her lips are blue. Some would wonder what ahappened to the once beautiful girl, but I can only laugh as I see myself give to the darkness. How can I be sad about what happened, when it is making me stronger, t