It was never easy coming to terms with the fact that my friend was murdered.

I never took her seriously when she would post things on Facebook like:

Lol, Satanic worshiping session after school, you in?

Or even,

I shall sacrifice myself to Satan tonight.

But it was so much more serious than that. It was so much more serious when she came to school with the number 666 carved into her wrists.

They were still bleeding, for God's sakes! During the day, she would write 666 in her notebooks, and talk non stop about her savior, her protector, Satan.

During the last day I saw her, she never made eye contact with me. Never told me of her plans. She didn't even speak to me.

Well that night, she got an Ouija board out, in order to contact her savior.

During the night, she finally got to talk to him.

I never got why she was so obsessed with Satan.

I mean, once I finally made it into her house, she was pleading for me not to kill her.