Sometimes I wish I had never met her on that day.

If I could turn the clock back and go back to that day, I would have done things differently.

Most importantly, I would have said things differently.

I never planned to talk to anyone that day, especially her.

I was just too young to understand what my words meant to her.

I WAS A KID! I never intended for things to go the way that they did.

If I had just stayed quiet and minded my own business, I could have avoided everything that happened after I met her.

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I didn't think that anyone would be hurt because of me and what I started.

I didn't know who she was or what she was capable of doing at that time.

I just thought that she was a sad girl who needed a friend, and I thought that maybe I could be that friend for her.

But honestly, I first talked to her because I wanted a friend, and I didn't want to be alone; I didn't want to feel the pain and sadness all by myself.

And what was I supposed to do? Just sit there and do NOTHING while I saw her crying?!?!

I was only 9 years old! You can't possibly blame a child for being nice and for trying to make a friend.

All I know is that she needed me that night, and I needed her.

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't know how to handle my little sister's death.

She understood what I was feeling because she was feeling it too.

She understood the pain and sadness of losing someone you love to things that can't be explained or things that were meant to happen.

She didn't know who she was at the time, so how was I supposed to know; what I saw sitting in that hospital was a sad girl, not a witch.