Teenage Girl with Columbine Obsession Does the Unthinkable

Yes, this story comes from the Daily Mail, but it’s not tabloid hysteria. It’s not clickbait. It’s the raw, heartbreaking truth I’ve been warning about for over 25 years. And it’s about a child, just 13 years old, who died not because she wanted to be famous, not because she was plotting violence, but because she fell under the spell of two killers who should have been forgotten long ago.

The Columbine shooters promised they’d be legends and that their names would outlive their victims. Disturbingly, they were sort of right. Here we are in 2025, still talking about them and still losing lives to the lies they left behind. The latest victim didn’t wear trench coats or plan an attack. She idolized them, romanticized them, and ultimately became one more casualty of what experts have long called the Columbine Effect.

Columbine happened in 1999. She was born around 2011, more than a decade later. It was ancient history to her, and yet it consumed her entirely.

This wasn’t a slow descent over years. It took less than three months.

She went from a birthday party full of family and pink cowboy hats to a quiet, unimaginable death at her own hands. She didn’t leave behind a manifesto. She left behind a school journal, filled with doodles of the Columbine shooters and pages of painful thoughts. She’d written their names like crushes, given herself their last name, scrawled lyrics and phrases from their clothing and videos. She believed the mythology. She believed in the ‘outcast revenge’ fantasy, despite all the evidence that it was never real.

Let me say this clearly. The Columbine killers were not bullied loners fighting back against a cruel world. They were narcissists obsessed with violence, manipulation, and infamy. They planted bombs in a crowded cafeteria and waited to shoot the survivors. They didn’t want justice. They wanted carnage.

But the myth lives on. Columbiners, as some of them refer to themselves, are the online fandom that deifies school shooters, especially the ones from Columbine, hence the name. For 26 years, kids have been falling into this pit with alarming speed. The latest case shows just how quickly it can happen. All it took was a few months of videos, forums, and whispers of identity. She didn’t become a threat to others. Instead, she turned the violence inward. Unfortunately, no one saw it coming until it was too late.

She had ADHD. She was bullied. She was allegedly experimenting with her identity, calling herself a lesbian and identifying as a furry, dressing with a tail and adopting an animal persona. None of it made her violent. But all of it may have made her a target. And those feelings of isolation, of being misunderstood, are exactly what Columbiners exploit.

Sadly, her mother only found out the truth afterward. The coded shirts. The documentaries. The countdown to her death, hidden in a journal. All signs that didn’t connect until it was over.

This isn’t meant to disparage the girl or her mother. They have my sympathy and support. However, here’s what I need parents to hear. If your child is acting differently, if their interests suddenly shift toward dark corners of history, if they’re drawing, writing, or dressing in ways that feel off, don’t wait. You may trust your children, but do you trust their online influences?

Because those influences are patient. They are seductive. They speak in the language of pain and victimhood. They promise connection, and they mask their obsession with mass murder as ‘research,’ ‘edginess,’ or ‘being different.’ The community that radicalized this child into believing Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were misunderstood heroes didn’t hand her a weapon. They handed her a worldview that made death seem like power.

She wasn’t the first, and she won’t be the last. The truth is that we lose more kids to this sickness than we even know. Because when someone takes their own life, that doesn’t come with a press conference. The legacy of Columbine has burrowed so deep that it now lives in songs, shirts, usernames, and YouTube rabbit holes.

This isn’t a horror story from a faraway place. This is a quiet epidemic, one that thrives in secrecy and shame. However, shame doesn’t save lives. Awareness does.

So please, go through their backpack. Look at what they’re watching. Ask questions even when it feels invasive. You’re not policing their thoughts. You’re protecting their life.

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