Mother loved me, I know she did. She told me 24/7 that everyone loved me. I know she didn't mean to hurt me, it just happened. She cried for days after my death and Father wouldn't leave my grave.
I was their only child, so you can image how sad they were when Mother shot me in the head. I know everyone blamed her for it, but she had to, I was already dead. The things inside of me had killed me many years before she did.
When I found out that Mother was going to be pregnant again I disided to give them another chance to raise me better. With more love.
For six a months I could hear my parents talking about me. My name, my gender, and so on.
I was an easy birth, the right way and everything. Two hours later I was born. They named Lucy.
Lucy. I like that name, but it could be short for Lucifer. Who knows, it could just be Lucy.
And this is where my story re-started.
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The Oblivion
HororI was only little when my parents killed me. I know they didn't mean to. I know they wanted me back. So when Mother became pregnet again I desided to give them another chance. I'm back Mother. You can't get rid of me this time. I remember.
