If you are reading this then I didn't get out I got the death penalty, this all started about five years ago. This day about five years ago I sat there holding her, my daughter the last person I had left, my wife had died three years prior four days before our daughter's fifth birthday. I sat there holding the bloody corpse of my daughter not being able to do anything about it.
Before I get to far off I should tell you some things about myself, I am only twenty eight and my wife was thirty we met and we married very young, I am a lawyer who went to a local college. My family was never there for me they all had abandon me when I was thirteen, I found shelter with a not to rich family, but they were not poor. I met my wife when I was in highschool we where friends at first, but such as life goes we began dating then we married and had our daughter.
I came home one day to find my wife a bloody mess on the floor she had cut her wrists so deep that she bled out, the only thing that was left was a note she had written it said" it follows my family around never being seen I can't take it anymore so this will be my last words," after I got my daughter settled down and the police called my daughter and I went to a motel I tucked my daughter in and made sure she was asleep I sat up for a few hours rereading the note over and over there was only one thing that seemed odd about it, but I didn't care to take notice not like it would help anyway.
After about a week or so we moved back into our house and we lived life normally I started dating again which was short lived, my daughter started school and had her first few sleep overs. Well this is where I'm gonna leave off I'll write more in the morning.
