I guess you expect me to be all butterflies and rainbows. Obviously you don't know me enough. I'm not the girl next door anymore. I hold the unmistakable key to damnation. The key to yours and my doom. You don't believe me? Ha!  Let me tell you a story a story of a girl. Sounds cliche doesn't it. This girl cringes at the sight of her loved ones. Scared of rubbing her curse off on them.  She loves them so much so she wears a mask.  A mask of happiness and internal joy. She shows them what they want and doesn't think twice.  She shelters herself. Constantly trying to hide from the people she loves. Constantly wanting to ended it. Wanting to burn it down to the fiery pits of hell.  But she can't. She's too weak. Always thinking of others and what they would do when they saw her cold lifeless body. Always wanting to protect her loved ones.  So, she waits. Waits for the curse to eat her alive. Hoping it'll  end soon. She's tired of the pain. Tired of it all. But she's too much of a wimp to do anything about it. Too scared to face the curse head on.  She will sit and wait. Sit until the fire consumes her. It will consume the flesh and go bone deep and leave its disease.  She sits and wait, isolating herself. Growing sicker and sicker.she will sit and wait.