The Beginning of the End of the Beginning

The Opening to Hell(And A Good Reason)

           I've never been a creative person. The only reason I'm writing this is because if I die, I want the cops to know exactly who killed me. Not being very creative has taught me something. I won't tell you who is responsible for my death. We'll get there.... eventually. But first, you need to listen. Just shut up and listen. If the person reading this is who I think it is.... I have a special message for you. Shut the fuck up. Okay, now that's clarified. Let me explain why I believe I'm going to be murdered.

          I'm a half orphaned lesbian. Or in other words, hey. Two weeks before my thirteenth birthday, my dad died... in my dining room. He wasn't murdered or suicidal. It was cancer. Fucking cancer physically and mentally murdered my 200 hundred pound, power lifting, besties with a UFC fighter father. That's all I currently plan on saying about my half orphan status. Now for my favorite part. Lesbianism. I discovered I was gay when I was in seventh grade. I got my first girlfriend in sixth grade. Don't question. Her name was Penelope Garvis. Penelope Garvis was the best/ worst thing you could imagine. She'd tear your head off, make out with you, then sew it back on and nurse you back to health. I spent most of my pre junior high days with no head. Finally, I escaped. Which  brings us to my best friend, Alissa Monta. Alissa punched Penelope in the head after hearing about our "fun" relationship. She set me up with my favorite ex, Jamie Hanet. Jamie was a Lana Del Ray loving psychopath and I loved it. But all the most beautiful things in life end. Then start up. And end. Now, I'm with my favorite girlfriend, Celia Durns. That leaves us with a list.

1. Penelope Garvis

2. Alissa Monta

3. Jamie Hanet

4. Celia Durns

             One of these girls is responsible for the most complicated, confusing, and utterly terrifying assassination plots ever imagined. You are probably wondering why I just told you this. You are also wondering who I am. I can answer one of those questions. My name is Cassiopeia. Cass or Cassi for short. I'm no angel and the reason I'm writing this is furthering my point.