October 7, 2005

      I stare in the mirror and all I see is a girl, to scared, to hurt to do anything but whimper, and cry, and hide. I must look pathetic to everyone. I asked Zak if I was pathetic, he said no. 2 days ago I turned 12, no birthday party.
      I was there when he killed my mom. She said she was leaving. She said she was taking me with her. He picked up a knife and stabbed her 12 time then shot her. I hate him.

I see light
I'm pulled into the dark
I want light
I fall into the dark
I wish for life
Death comes

Author's Note

Remember that I had a bad child hood but not this bad. My mom was not killed. My mom is still alive