"I hate that everyday that I'm alive the people that I've killed are inside those coffins locked away from the world." A young girl spoke to no one sitting on the cold seat of the swing in the abandon park.

It was a cold summer, displaying the exact way of her emotions. Cold and Empty. No one was out today, It was snow everywhere from the blizzard.

"Mom, Iman, Dad. I'm sorry," The girl looked up towards the sky "I know I say this everyday I come here but I wish I didn't do what I did, I wish it was me instead." She stood up and walked away, her coat covered in snow.

The girl walked towards the cemetery near the park and stared at a certain tombstone. She felt the impulse to cry but somehow the just won't come out, this just made it more obvious that she wasn't human. she was but all human qualities were gone, she still had anger and pain and sadness but somehow happiness, confusion, curiosity were gone.

The girl just knew that she wasn't human.

She wasn't the same.