My mom once told me that I was the perfect child and that she was blessed to have me as her daughter, but I knew she was lying to me. Deep down I bet she thought of me as the devil in disguise or a hideous monster who killed everyone she loved. I wish I could see her one last time and ask her how she truly felt about me because I know that everything, she said were lies. I am anything but a blessing, in fact, I'm a curse to everyone on Earth. "Everyone I meet dies."