“You bitch!” I heard someone scream as I walked down the street. A pair of hands met with my back before I was shoved to the ground. “You ruined my life!” He shouted again as I rolled onto my back.

Even with his sunken eyes, his pale skin, and his frail body, I knew who he was.

“I helped you! You were about to die!” I yelled back, pushing up to my feet.

“Look at me now! Do I look like I’m healed?” His voice was weak now, and when I stood I was taller than him. His hair was mostly gone and he was hunched over.

“This isn’t my fault. I healed you.” I repeated, staring at the man.

“My cancer is back and it’s worse. And it’s because of you and your magic.” He explained, his face growing sullen, eventuating the dark circles around his eyes.

“No, it can’t be.” I hardly whispered, my eyes widening.

“This is your fault.” He mumbled as he fell to the ground. I gasped, catching him.

“I’m sorry!” I cried as he went limb in my arms. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know.” I sobbed over him, a crowd beginning to form.

I’d thought I was helping people, but it turned out I was slowly killing them.

I was a killer.