Walking dead
I died at the age of 18 when I was disappointed by my examination results, I thought my heart would be overwhelmed with joy and I'll dance to the drums of happiness but I had the opposite of what I thought. My eyes was flooded with tears of disappointed. I sat in my room a week after my result staring at the white wall of my room, I imagined blood on the walls. I heard that God said we should count our blessings and name them one by one. So I did opposite of that, because I didn't feel blessed. Now I'm 25 my life is still in a mess, I'm now sitting with the devil playing the game of chess. Anything I lay my hands on turn out to change, to change from good to evil. I have no friends, no one believes I'm a worthy person to work with. A girl came into my life, she loved me unconditionally, she cared for me, she was the reason I smiled. Is this a spell? The one who brought light to my darken soul is no more, she now resides with her...