In the sixth grade, about four years ago, I dated a beautiful, Smart, Athletic, Pudgy girl, with the purest of souls. She was an angel. She couldn't bring herself to kill a bug (And I mean that. She refused to kill ants). She would cry everytime a plant died, and she was so, so happy. She had a beautiful life, matching her wonderous grace in every way. She was a dancer, so elegant and fragile. She defied all odds. Being obese, but being able to dance with such grace and agile fragility! I fell head over heels for her. Her parents accepted that she was gay, and supported her no matter what. We were happy for six months. Then I moved, and had to end things. I went from Georgia to Indiana, across the country. Back then I practiced Satanism, and I willed her to come to me. I wanted to be with her, I needed her to survive. I was nothing without my love. I prayed to Satan, and I went into my circle of witches, and Prayed for her to come to me. I knew sacrifices would be made, but I never knew what would come next.