She called herself that. It was funny how she had a hyphen in her name. Me telling her that i am from hell. May be to compensate or compete or complete, she became the hyphenated whitedevil. The stories she said. Her stories. Her-life. Leaving me stranded, after telling me all the pain. I felt empty not knowing. I had lost a friend. Whom i never met. But knew. In a way we were something to each other but at the same time nothing. I hope the very best for you.