When Amanda understood no one would believe she was the one causing all the deaths, she decided to do her best to never be loved again. She was twelve by then, and she had gone through almost a dozen adoptive families. She became unruly and violent, and in the end no family wanted to adopt her. She spent the rest of her teenage years in the orphanage, avoiding human contact as much as she could. She was forced to go to psychologists and psychiatrists, but she wouldn't listen to them, she would basically sit on the chair, brooding on her thoughts, blocking all the noise. It was a hard life, but it was still better than knowing that the people you care for die because of you.
On her eighteenth birthday, Amanda flew. She ran away as far as she could, hiding from human contact. She fell into a deep depression, wondering what had she done wrong to deserve such a punishment. And it got worse, soon any kind of life that lived close to her started to die too, first it was the insects, and then other small animals, finally all the plants that lived close enough dried up. At first, it took months for this to happen, but, as Amanda grew older, it took less and less time, in the end she would leave a trail of desolation wherever she went. She had death deep inside her bones, but it would not come for her.
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