So I guess I'll tell you my story. I was born in the state of michigan. My parents were, well how do I say this nicely...bat shit crazy. My dad was a serial killer and my mom was one of his victims...luckily I wasn't. People always ask me about it and I tell them I don't know anything or that I wasn't home but the truth is....it happened right in front of me. I was home one night, I was around 6 years old and I was just playing dolls, alone like usual when I heard some yelling down stairs, I get panic attacks very easily so I went downstairs to get some water or to cuddle with my mom because it always calmed me down but as I turned the corner I saw my dad stab my mother in the gut...from then on I haven't spoken a word...
