Lindy
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It all started with a chain mail letter. Something so innocent and insignificant that I couldn't be bothered to do anything other then read it. My hell began on a routinely day. This day was so simple and normal that I felt myself slip into a daze of comfort and confidence that I was able to get through the day with no trouble at all. My hell began with an email. One of those chain letters that tries to force you into sending it on to your friends and family using guilt and fear. I used to believe those emails. I thought that if I didn't send it on in under 15 minutes the a clown would get me. What I didn't know is not all chain emails have to do with a killing spree. Some have a subject entirely different from what you have seen before. If you ever get this email, I pray for you. This specific email will mess with your mind, turn everyone you love against you, and make you hate yourself. My hell began because I didn't press "forward".
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I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them. "I have just stabbed my favourite teacher. What is wrong with me. There's blood coming out of her chest, more and more as her heart pumps. But it's already too late because I see my scissors sticking up from her ribs as I feel unnaturally good. All of the guilt has somehow oozed out of me. I remember that I feel good only after the person has died so she must be dead. There is silence for about 10 seconds then everyone starts screaming and runs to the other side of the room to me. I don't know why but this is kinda fun. I slowly walk towards them, smirking, as the guy who bullied me for me whole life is shaking and grabbing onto his best friends shoulders. I'm not going to hurt them but it is fun torturing them. He has made my life miserable for 11 years so I'm not going to leave without out evening out the mental and physical indents he has had on my life. All those sleepless nights of crying, cut and bruises he has given me. I continue to walk even closer, everyone has started to back slowly away from him. He lets out a stupid high-pitched scream as I whisper to him." I swear I'm not a psychopath.

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