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Chapter 1

Where I ended up…

I’ve always been abused by my parents my whole life. It’s mostly been verbally and physically. It’s never fun as a kid. Mostly when you got lots of problems ahead of you. Anyways, I’ve always thought that it was me until I realized that it was my parents. My mom would usually curse at me and call me stupid. So, I experimented by, doing things that were not right. Which, I knew was going against God, but at that time I didn’t really care. After all this happened… I was 23 and my mother and father were 76 and 63. I gave revenge on them and killed them. After, my neighbors were curious of what happened and I got arrested for murder. Now, I’m 43 and I am about to tell you the story of my life.

Chapter 2

The very beginning…

I was born in 1974, I just was an innocent little girl living in Columbia, Missouri. My mother and father were very strict. My mother would always stuffed food in my mouth, like if she was trying to choke me. My father didn’t want me to even exist. My father just wanted to sell me to a friend he had, but he refused and told my father, “She’s is YOUR daughter that you should never abandon. I bet your wife has gone through a lot for her.” My father instead decided to treat me like if I was a maid. I honestly thought that you should treat every human nicely (still do) and I never believed that you should respect your parents. Well… not in my case at least because everything that was “bad” in the house was blamed for me. My parents never believed me for anything. I had many step siblings. Since both my mother and father had many, many marriages. All my siblings were older than me. I've always been the youngest (of course), but back to me. As I went through my years my parents started to tear apart and got a divorce when I was just about to turn 4 years old. I never really had any friends after what happened… only fake friends…

When it was my first year of primary school I met the “fake" best friend of my life. She was the only person I hung out with, her name was Allison. Not really the best influence for me though. She was popular, but was also a brat. I never really realized she was though because I was just a dumb child. She was the part of a gang that gets the most attention. Which was great (probably the reason why I thought she was a good influence) with all of them being nice to me and all, but the year after, stuff started getting a little fishy.

Chapter 3

Fake friends…

When it was the beginning of my first-grade year, I felt like Allison was trying to avoid me in some sort of way. Whenever I talked to her she had this ugly expression on her face. She had an expression like if she were to be eating garbage. Allison was an interesting type. I asked if I was her best friend she answer, "No you're not even close to being my best friend, Lilly is my best friend." I just made the comment better by saying, "That’s cool, you're my best friend for me I meant" like if there were to be a preference for best friends. As I continued with the life that I picked, a lot of people noticed me. Not because of Allison, but because I had red hair. Some people liked my hair some people called me redhead or leprechaun. It's cool though. I loved being rare to my fellow students. I had a couple friends that were even older than me, but I was fine with that (for sure). I always felt like Allison was jealous of me, but the real thing was that I was jealous of her. I never realized until there was this play about a house wife and this husband that had eight children. I got one of the lead roles. I got the wife. Another student got the husband his name was Nicholas we always called him Nick just to keep it short. I practiced and practiced, sang and sang. Then I had a problem with my throat. My mentality was that I just caught a cold. I stayed out of school the same day it was the performance. After school was when it was about to start and I got all dressed up and everything... until, I saw Lilly with the same dress. I ignored it for a while. Then I see Nick, I asked him, "Are you ready?" he answered, "You know that Lilly took the part, right?" I was so furious, after I heard that I just zoomed into the room that Lilly was in and yelled at her, "Why did you take my part?! This is all your fault!" When in reality it wasn’t. It was my fault. There was this policy that if you don’t attend school you don’t get to do the performance. That’s when I knew I was...