I told myself it was okay. Just _once_. I felt so _angry _that I had to do something - I just didn’t know what. Until _I _did. I’m Velora and I am writing about my _friend _Eden. We were the best duo out there and I loved her. Being close with her was amazing until it went wrong.

Eden became so agressive and self-centured and I felt _proud._ The time felt right and I felt so much better until I ended up _here._ Tortured, ripped to my bones, thrown around and fired bombs at. That’s how I felt with her - as if she was the Devil and I was an Angel. I know it was wrong and how can I say I’m a nice person because I’m not but I got my revenge. She would have wanted me to be here - I just know it.

I planned this (dare I say) on a stormy, Winter day in the woods. I went on a walk and she was there - right in front of me. We met up to yap until _there won’t be any yapping no more._ I said I wanted to talk everything out and be nicer but it didn’t work. I’m a horrible person. I deserve what I get.

My mind was whirring, spinning so fast I felt dizzy. My throat felt lumpy and dry. I began to feel nauseous as I unzipped my backpack. I stared at my hands and she asked what I was doing. I thought _I _was going to _die._ I suddenly jumped on her like I was a bear and tore her to pieces like she did me. Eden screamed and tried to scramble her way out but there was no hope. She screamed until all I saw was blood. Streams of glistening fresh blood pouring out of her like your heart after you have had a heartbreak. My eyes were bubbling but I felt so vicious and hurt. I put the knife away as I subtly zipped my backpack up as quick as I could, scanned her body once more on the floor, lay there in terror and ran. Ran so fast that the wind came and almost blew me over. Everything happened so fast, I questioned if I should have done that to myself. Until I did. It never worked. No blood, just vengeance and distress. I hated myself and I cannot believe I did that. Hell was coming to me whether I liked it or not.

Days passed and nothing happened. I checked thoroughly for a car to pull up on the driveway but nothing did. I thought I was _free_ but I wasn’t. 10 days after the attack, I was watching the news and there, smack bang in the middle was a picture of me. “Velora Blairwyn has been caught on camera by a bypasser of the murder of Eden Rae. She will be sentenced to a life in prison and a court case will be held next summer. Stay updated on the news by the link www.londonmirror.co.uk/crime/eden-case-breaking.” My heart felt as if would stop beating at any moment.

I was on the news and not for a good reason. No achievement or reward. I was caught red handed - literally. What was I going to do?

Months passed to a hot, summers day but instead of relaxing outside, I was taken to court. Even the words made me feel sick. I walked into the room quietly which was filling with people. It felt like a movie in the worst possible way. Everyone with smart, black blazer and trousers with stern faces staring at me with utter loathing on them as if they are appalled of me. So was I. I made my way to a large hall with benches everywhere and the judge, directly in front of me with their historical wig on making them look like Mrs Brown. The waiting dragged on and minutes turned to hours but eventually the judge picked up the small hammer and bashed it on the table a couple times and shouted “GUILTY! Court dismissed.” People began filing our everywhere as I was closely guarded by a police officer with handcuffs around me and I was taken to a police car and off I went on my journey to prison.

The prison was overflowing with criminals like me as they walked me to a room where I had my mugshot with the numbers “743268” and I wore the orange outfit like Vector in Despicable Me and this time it hit me - I was the criminal. I met Satan and I went to Hell.

When I died, my body disintegrated but my soul didn’t. I was teleported to the burning fires of Hell. I was met by all the other bad people of the universe, from jealous ones to serious killers to _murderers_ like myself. Somehow the scene felt weirdly comforting but it wasn’t. I came here because of Eden. The whimsical, innocent name makes me fill with rage. I’ll always hate her. She’ll always hate me. Maybe she is the devil in disguise. Maybe she is the devil that sang psalms.