Death-The Traitor Who Changed History

Death comes after life. But, the woman, Death, the traitor who massacred a nation of people, the Manafestors. Her name is well-implanted in history. Life was horrible for her as a child. That is what led to her inevitable insanity.
This is what happened to drive her to murder a nation of innocents...

Hello there little book!
I found you lying in the streets, and then,  I got a pencil when a man walked by and threw it at me in disgust. Now, I can write in you! I'm so happy! To selebrat celebrate, I'm actually going to eat TWICE today! I've never done that in my life! Not even on Birthdays or Xmas Christmas!
Well, I've got my second scrap today. My first scrap was the town's pigs' breakfast, a burnt bread roll! The bread was delishus delicious even though it had mud and pig spit on it!
My second scrap is an old, half eaten cake I found in the trash. Imagine that! An actual CAKE! It is vanilla with strawberry frosting.
Mm mm! It tastes yummy!
I shouldn't have eaten that cake, the bread already made me feel qese sick because I barely have any food, so it was too much. The cake was defiantly too much!
I want to give you some info about myself, my name is...well, I don't really have a name. Since I'll die soon, may as well call myself Death. As in, Left For Death.
I don't know how old I am, maybe 7 or 8. I think it might be 6. I don't know.
Anyway, I'm a Manefestor Manafestor, but my powers aren't very strong.
I'm a girl. And, that's everything about me, I guess.

Hello again, book!
I had an incident a few days ago and I had to move all the way to the other side of the city. I forgot to tell you about my history,
My mum died when I was born, my father killed himself because he didn't know that I survived and he wanted to be with mother. They were meant to move me to an Orfanareum Orphanarium, but, they didn't have room, so they cast me out into the streets at about 3. I killed my first person at 4 because that is how I thought the world works. I saw homeless boys murdering travellers for their money and I tried it. I didn't like it, so I stopped after my 5th person. Wait, after that flashback, I remember my age, I am 6!

Hi book!
I decided to rite write in you again to tell you, I have a little companion! He is a large Wasp-like insect that is able to call nearby stinging insects to any predator. He is also able to sting and if you get stung, you are put under unbearable pain, then, your mussels muscles are put into spasms. Then, your muscles seize up and your organs begin to fail. That then, brings Death, himself upon you.
I'll name him Caller.
I saved him, he saved me. I saw him in a box, shivering. I picked him up and held him close to warm him. He began to like me, I guess, because later on, a man came to me and said,
"You disgust me, child! Stop being poor! I shall beat you for it!"
"Why, Sir? Why beat me when I cannot help being poor. I am an orphan and was cast out when I was very small!" I ansered answered.
"How DARE you answer me! I shall beat you to death!" I yelled.
Then, Caller buzzed up and stung his hand.
"OW! Stupid wasp!" He swatted at Caller, then, that's when he went through the long, painful process of a Caller Death-Sting.
Now, we are even.