Why Me?

"Come on vamanos! Everybody let's go!" I skipped across the airport to the car with Lauren, Sarah, and Ash trailing like worn out puppies behind me. The three of them never wanted to go on this trip, but tagged along to support my getting-over-insanity-and-death vacation. I sighed. Back at home, I caused many heartbreaks and tears to fall in a number of people, which include strangers that I never knew and never will.
         As we drove to drop Sarah off at her concert, we chatted about how our flights had gone on our way to Korea. Ash's Pokemon came out for food and the flight attendants got scared. Sarah was being paranoid about her very expensive violin. Lauren slept. When the conversation came to me, I hesitated. Remembering the person who I suffocated in the seat in front of mine, I shuddered and pasted a smile on my face, lying to them that the flight went well. During the flight itself, a man was complaining in the seat in front of me about how his newest child was just another nuisance that he had to deal with to anyone who would listen. My anger bubbled as I was interrupted from my peaceful nap. I imagined his face turning blue from oxygen deprivation, and the next thing I knew, the man was dead. It was a bit too alike my "vision" if you asked me.
         "Hey, Mara. You have been staring into the space for a while now, what's up?" Sarah gently tapped my shoulder with a motherly look of worry on her face. Judging from her expression, I guess I had the look of sadness that usually appears after I have taken away the life of something or someone. I knew I couldn't lie now.
         "The flight didn't go well. I had too much on my mind and was trying to go to sleep. The man in front was talking about his new child and about how useless it was. I couldn't help but feel angry because I know what it feels like to go through the feeling that you can't do anything good. Your actions only bring others crying out in desperation and hurt." By then, I felt something wet on my cheeks. The emotional dam inside of me started to leak. I wiped them aside and turned my attention back to my friends. All three pairs of eyes were wide with shock and jaws had dropped. Trees and clouds passed by overhead. Time seemed to slow down as I stared at my friends because this has never happened before.
         "Hello? You three, what's up? It's not like I haven't ever killed anyone. You all know what it's like with me." They just kept on staring. It was not normal. Sure they might have been shocked before when this sort of even had happened, but they had never acted with such surprise. A cold sweat broke out on each of their faces, glistening like fresh dew drops on the morning leaf. Lauren lifted a quivering hand and pointed at an object behind me.
         "M-ma-mara, isn't th-that the d-doll you tried to throw a-away and d-destroy earlier?" Stuttering? That's a new one. I was so focused on trying to find a reason why my friends were acting so strangely that I didn't even remember what she had said until a few minutes later. A chill ran up my spine as I thought about that dreaded doll. Before, I had tried to get rid of it. The black button eyes stared at me from across my room so I had thrown it away into the garbage truck. The next morning, I found it in my drawer. Many other ways were tried, such as donating it to an orphanage and tossing it into the ocean. But, it always appeared in my drawer the next morning or week. During the night, it made me sleep walk and become into someone else. Someone who cared for the doll, spoke with a voice of pure evil, and carried no glimpse of love in their eyes. But the scariest aspect about that event was that sometimes, I felt that I hated the world and everything that had come with it. I had no self-control, but deep down, I know that those feelings are true. I often ask myself, Why me? Why do I have to be affected by these powers?
         The doll should not have been able to come back, though. I had destroyed it in my fireplace and had watched it burn to nothing. Black ash had replaced it and there were only a few embers slowly cooling down. I knew I should have felt instant relief when the doll was destroyed, but for some reason, a sharp pain made me gasp for breath. Icy fingers poked and pried into my heart and I felt it burst open from within. Of course, this experience was all mental, but the agony was the same nonetheless.
         And now it was back.
         "Oh, that is it! I have had enough with this endless taunting and haunting that you have put me through." I searched through my bag for my pocket knife like mad man. Grabbing the doll by its course hairs, I plunged the blade into its back to tear it apart once and for all. Clunk. I stopped my tearing and looked down at a radiating object that was contained inside of the doll. There was a sparkling, black and white stone that looked smooth from the careful carvings of the ocean waves. It was beautiful. The graceful patterns that were pressed into the grains of the rock were intricate and mesmerizing as a whole. Shimmering, it slowly rose into the air and hovered there for what seemed to be all of eternity. All, but one, pairs of eyes were hypnotized by the magnificence of the object. Wait. All but one?
         I tore my eyes away from the pebble - with much effort, may I add - and glanced over to Lauren. Letting out a small gasp, I saw her writhing on the floor in a type of pain that I could not even fathom to experience. Her almond-shaped eyes shone with streaks of bright red veins all around. Her skin had turned a dastardly color of purple that told of the incapability to breathe. Blood was everywhere. She had coughed up quite an amount of blood and her nails were broken from clawing at her own arms. A shrill cry was let out of her ruined mouth and she dropped still onto the leather seat of the car. The stone stopped glowing and descended downwards onto my lap.
         I screamed.