Hey, everyone! This story is by my friend Tanya, she asked me to post it for her. R&R please!!

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The road to Hell is paved with good intentions and what we achieve too easily we take for granted. Sound familiar? Well, they are to me; I used to be a really smart and sweet person, but not anymore. I bet that you're wondering what in the heck I am talking about, aren't you? My life; I'm talking about my life. Sounds boring, but I assure you it's not. Before, I tell you my story I should tell you a little bit about me.

My name is Aurora; I'm sixteen years old. I have long red hair that comes down to my waist; my eyes are violet. I bet that you're thinking, "what a babe," aren't you? Wrong! What a big loser is more like it. I was every family's ideal child; straight A's, still a virgin, I didn't drink or do drugs, I was organized, I did all my chores without complaining, and so on. What did I tell you a "perfect child," so you would think.

I was always so busy studying and doing things for other people that I had no friends. Except, that all changed when I became a senior; I skipped a grade. I was one of those type of people that wanted to make the world a better place, but I didn't know how; I was no one special, just plain old Aurora. At least I was until I found this book in an old bookstore; which is where my story begins. Goddess, how I wish that I wouldn't have taken that stupid book home: everything would still be the same. but we cannot undo what is already done.

It turns out that the book was about witchcraft. You know, you grow up believing that witches have green skin and warts; you don't ever think that you can become one. At least, that's what I thought. So, just for fun I tried a few spells and magical tricks; I was actually pretty good. There was such a thing as magic and apparently I had it. I'd never felt so alive in all of my sixteen years of life; the rush I got after each magical thing that I did was invigorating.

I kept the book and I practiced every second that I could. By the start of the third marking period, I had become extremely powerful and knowledgeable in the art of magic. Everyone noticed the change in my personality; I started to make friends, and I even got a boyfriend. People were finally thinking of me as a human being; nothing could go wrong, except it did. Thanks to my new found powers I was finally able to help the world as I had always wanted to. I could do anything to make the world a better place.

Unfortunately, my plans and ideas would be the end of my new life. After a while, when I started to use more of my magic at once I started to get a magical high. It wasn't like I was doing drugs, so what was the harm. I'll tell you what it was; my powers took over my life. No longer was I using my magic for only good; I started to use it for petty things. Before I knew it, I began delving into the black arts; I was becoming evil.

The thing that finally pushed me over the edge was when my so-called boyfriend raped me in front of all of his friends. I had tried to use my powers the entire time to stop him, but I couldn't; I wasn't able to utter a spell to help me because they had gagged me to stop the sound of my screams. Once he had finished, he laughed at me, spit in my face, and called me a "slut," and that's when it happened. My anger fed my power and even without talking or moving my hands, I was able to escape my binds. They all just sat there with their mouths gaping open, they that I would be the one with the last laugh.

I did a complete "Carrie" on them; I killed every single one of those bastards and every time that I murdered one of them I spit in their faces and laughed at them as they had did to me. I saved my little lover-boy for last so that he would know how it felt not to know what was going to happen and having to wait until it did. I won't give you the horrendous details on how I annihilated that "RAT" that stole my virginity just for a goddamn laugh! With his last breath, he tried to beg for my forgiveness; I told him that what he had done was completely unforgivable and that I would never forget how he had violated my body.

When he died, so did my anger; I couldn't believe what I had done. I had used my powers for evil purposes, and nothing, not even my magic could bring back those boys. There was no way that I could face the world after what I had done; I mean yes, those boys did deserve to be hurt and humiliated, but not in the way that cast them their lives. I didn't mean for this to happen, honest! When I realized that I had magic I was ecstatic because I finally had a way to help the world, but I took advantage of it. It's like I said before the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and what we achieve too easily we take for granted. I won't tell you what's going to happen to me, but I will tell you that no matter what you're safe from me.