Meet Sandy, everyone.

When I first met her, it was true love. She was a sweet girl, with a calm temperament and a great personality. She was incredibly beautiful, with long, dark hair and blue eyes.

Sandy and I hit it off right away, chatting together for hours every afternoon on the park bench. She laughed at all my jokes and, at times, it seemed like the world consisted of just the two of us. One day, I mustered enough courage to ask her on a date. Of course, she accepted, and a relationship blossomed.

For a time, everything was perfect. I thought I had found "the one". We saw each other every day, took long walks in the afternoons after classes and sat on "our" park bench. Sometimes I would go to her place and we would make dinner together, just the two of us, celebrating when we made a new dish perfectly and laughing at our often-occurring failures. Maybe we would go to my place, and watch a movie together, late into the night.

But alas, if it's too good to be true, it usually is. Just when I thought I was the luckiest man in the world, Sandy revealed her darker side. No longer was she always the carefree lass that I spent many hours of my day with. She would often meet me with a wild look in her eyes and deadly thoughts plaguing her heart. She would have no patience for humor, nor words. She became unpredictable. Nothing had happened, yet as the weeks went by, the girl I had fallen for disappeared and was replaced by another being. I ended our relationship and left her, too scared to connect with her any longer.

But that was not the end of my relationship with Sandy. Her emotions grew out of control after I stopped seeing her. She didn't believe what I had done- and after she came to terms with it, she was furious. I would wake, early in the morning, to her screaming at my window. I would dodge objects thrown at me in the halls of our school. She wouldn't let me go. After I moved away, I thought it would finally be the end.

And yet, it only infuriated her more. Her madness grew, stronger and stronger, until she began killing people, leaving nothing in her murderous path untouched. No lives were unaffected, no property was safe. She would go to the ends of the earth, if needed, to find me and finish me. Sandy, my love, was my end.

And so, now the people of the Northeastern United States will take Sandy's punishment along with me- some, more than I. She received a nickname- Frankenstorm- which suits her mood most times. She, unprecedented to most, will cause much destruction over the next week.

And I'm the one who caused it all.