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LUCIANA

Prologue- LUCIANA 

THE BEGINNING 

AGE SEVEN 

Today is the day 353 since mother died, my grandpa and grandma are always crying in a corner of the house because they don't want me to see them, when I asked them why are they crying they always answer with "why aren't you crying? is something wrong with you ? ". I don't know how to answer at that , so I don't , but deep down I know something, something so dark that I am scared of it, I love being scared , I love the fear, I don't Know why everyone hate it, maybe I am not normal or maybe no one is normal, who said that the normal was normal.

No one.

Night fall and hell begins for some people, not for me, I love the feeling that the night gives me, the unknown noises, the footsteps I hear before sleeping, the shadows that hide in my grandparents' mansion and come to haunt me every night, it bring me peace. I could easily sneak out into my grandparents' room

But I don't.

I love the fear.

Yesterday Jenna called me a weirdo, I didn't like it but I didn't act on it you always have to play smart not violant ,so I ignored her , until she pulled my hair.

I hate it when someone touch me, when they put their nasty hand on me, they are not on my level and will never be, I am their queen and they are insignificant pawn's that I won't hesitate to crash at any time. My brain was telling me to drop the pencil that was in my hand, but that the problem. I don't even listen to my brain, If I want to do something, I do it, if I want to say something ,I say it, if I have a goal, I will reach it, even if I have to burn the world in my way. So I did it, I stabbed Jenna hand three times, without even feeling a little bit of remorse, instead , I felt excitement, I wanted to do it again, I wanted to do worse and it terrified me, but I loved it , every second of it.

Red ,I see red, everything is red.

The blood of Jenna is now my favorite color and her screams of pains are now my personal melody before sleeping.

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The pain, this feeling that is engraved in you for the rest of your life, whether physically or mentally, it breaks you and tears you apart as if you were nothing.

Not for me.

People run away from it.

I provoke it.

I discovered that last week at the park when I was playing with Angela, or Angelina, I don't remember things that don't benefit me, I was there because my grandmother forced me to go, apparently I don't have enough social contact with the outside world. I don't need it, I know what I need, and I definitively don't need to see Barbie and ken having sex under the controls of a stupid girl who doesn't even know that the dick have to enter the vagina for it to be called sex.

Do it properly or don't do it at all.

While the dumb thing was trying to figure out how she was born, I was observing the place. How fast could everything go down ? how much longer for the girl to realize that the atrocity that serves as her boyfriend is cheating on her ? how many ways is there to kill the man who's looking at me like I am piece of meat ?