My short story for my AP language arts class UwU

Prologue

"LAYLA! ー" I still remember her scream of fear...

I hurt people... I hurt Orabelle and I hate myself for it.

I can't feel... well, not anymore at least.

How I feel hurts people. I'm protecting them.

I'm the "edgy/emo" girl that people just somehow aspire to be. I don't get why people idolize me but at the same time, they despise me... I don't... Understand

What

Am

I?