Some stories are hard to write and this is one of them.

Marina Menegazzo and María José Coni were just 21 and 22 years old when this happened. Both girls were from Mendoza, Argentina and had big hearts and a lot of love to share. In fact, they both were volunteers at Fundación Puente Vincular, an organization that helps people on the street.

On January 10th, Marina and María José were ready to embark on the trip of their lives. Together with 2 friends, they planned to travel for 6 weeks through Ecuador and Peru. The girls started their trip with loads of excitement. They were sharing pictures of beautiful landscapes and experiences on their Facebook profiles. But suddenly, their families stopped hearing from them and they decided to travel to Ecuador, the last place where they had phoned from. It had been the day before they were supposed to be heading back to Argentina.

On February 22nd someone did something terrible to the 2 girls. These two beautiful people with their whole lives ahead of them were found on the beach in garbage bags. Someone had killed them at a party that night. Millions of people around the world are now seeking justice for Marina and María José. A letter that is going viral around the world was written by Guadalupe Acosta, a student who put herself in the girls shoes with these heartbreaking words:

"Yesterday they killed me,

I refused to let them touch me so they crushed my skull with a stick. They stabbed me and left me to bleed to death.

Like garbage, they put me in a black polyethylene bag, wrapped with duct tape, and I was thrown onto a beach, where hours later I was found.

But worse than death, was the humiliation that followed.

From the moment they had my dead body, nobody wondered where the bastard was who ended my dreams, my hopes, my life.

No, rather they started asking me useless questions. To me, can you imagine? A dead woman, who cannot speak, who can not defend herself.

What clothes were you wearing?

Why were you alone?

How could a woman travel alone?

You went into a dangerous neighborhood. What did you expect?

They questioned my parents for giving me wings, for letting me be independent, like any human being.

They said that we must have been on drugs and that we were asking for it with how we acted, that they should have watched us.

And now that I’m dead, I understand that to the world I am not like a man. That death was my fault, it always will be. If the headlines had read that two young men were killed traveling, people would be giving their condolences and, with their false and hypocritical double standards, would demand harsher penalties for the murderers.