Once upon a time in a town not so far away there was a girl. A girl so pretty, so smart, so kind, so strong that everyone wanted to be like her. She had the most beautiful soul. She believed in the best of people. Her name was Maya. Some people connected her name with the month may as then everything is innocent and bright. They said it was perfect for such a nice person. Maya had an organization fighting with young people using drugs. She was 20 years old when it started so it was very impressive. Maya wanted to leave this world knowing she made a difference.
She wasn’t born like this. There was a time when darkness owned her soul. This darkness wasn’t hate or anger, it was sadness. When a tragedy strikes this is unavoidable. And when it is unexpected it’s even worse. During this period she didn’t talk, she didn’t want to eat, to sleep. The girls just stared at an empty wall and it was like she was waiting for a miracle to happen. Time past but, there was no miracle. Nobody came down ...