Blood

My name is Desiree Valentine, I am nineteen years of age. When I was young, maybe about five, I would play with my friends. I loved them. They would all die. This only happened when I was around. This wasn't a shooting. This wasn't a murder. They simply fell on their knees, as if they were choking, and died. Each time, it would be worse and worse. First they would just fall to the ground. Then blood would come from their mouth eyes, nose, and ears. Then they would just completely fall apart. Blood would go flying everywhere. Then, I could control it. You know how in books and movies, people can move water. I can move blood.