Short Stories?

Dear Ana

Day 1

Today I met a friend. I cannot see her, but I can hear them. She seems kind, friendly, like an angel that came to brighten my day. She says she wants to be my friend. A friend to brighten up my life that's starting to spiral downhill.
I am grateful for her and I asked for her name.
She replied in such a sweet and kind voice. Her name was Ana.

Day 3

Today Ana comforted me when I was rejected with sick hate. She told me that she would always be by my side. She told me how he didn't deserve and how pointless love was. She's right. Love is pointless and caring ends in pain. Love ends in sorrow and heartbreak. She has opened my eyes. Such an honest and trustworthy friend.

Day 15

Ana just seems to be nicer and nicer. She told me how relate my pain and sorrow and guided me though times of pain and unhappiness. I owe my life to her.

Day 20

Ana started to become more cruel and demanding. It doesn't matter, it's just me. She tells me that I have no worth in life. It's true. To others I am a god, but I am nothing compared to her. Ana IS the god. She is the true goddess. She's taught me so much. I am worthless, so I must be perfect. Perfection doesn't eat. Every time she whispers in my ear, I follow with no question. She is my light.

Day 25

Don't trust Ana. Please. Don't trust her. She's no god, nor an angel. She's a demon. In the last moments of life I have. Don't trust the shadows. Don't trust them. Their real name is not Ana but

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Something short.