She could think of no other reason for this boy to continue to visit her if not to use her in some way.
Evil is a choice one makes, not a natural state of being.
There was no hope in death, only an end.
I believe we make our own destinies, every last one of us.
I think most are too afraid to see the truth.
Sometimes, to regain sanity, one had to acknowledge and embrace the madness.
But there was nothing else she could be right now except strong.
