Why we do what we do

So you are probably wondering why I used this title, well stay tuned and you will find out.
Many of you might be bullies or serial killers or even rapists, don't worry this isn't about you this is about a girl I met or had met actually we used to be friends , scratch that we were best friends we use to hang out at lampoons wind park , we would go there everyday until this practicular day she didn't come I waited there for hours and hours until i had grown tired of just sitting there waiting for her to come you see that day was a very special day that day was my birthday, hi my name is Elizabeth but most people call me izzy and this is the story of my friend Bella who had died by being raped. Most people think its tragic but her she thought it was fun, she would play games after she died Bella was so angry at the world at her self at the man who had raped her she had so much hatred, Bella wanted revenge she wanted people to feel the way she felt so she played games, Bella would get into children's heads and lead to a rapists were the would feel the way she felt.