October 3, 2005

October 3, 2005

      I met a boy name Zak. He was cute and caring. I told him the truth. He said he would help me. I trust him. I know my dad would kill me if he found out I told. I don't care. Should I?
     He killed my mom. The monster I call dad did. I hate him. He should die, let him die.

Let it die
Let him die
Let her die
Let me die