Unfortunately though, my mom who was the only person that I could have told after the reoccuring incidents, was always at work as a office worker so Sarah's father was always in charge and was trusted by my mom to look after us. On the other hand, my real dad murdered 12 people then commited suicide when I was 5 and a 1/2 years old. I grew up without a true father and I've always ended up telling some people what had happened to him, and they tell me sorry for my loss. "Maria" this and "Maria" that- I always heard my name somewhere as rumors spread that I was a murderer like my father. I asked myself for a while, "What loss?" What did I really lose, especially since I was only 5 when he died? I'll answer this simple question for you since it is the least I can do.
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Hurt
General FictionA sad story about the unmentionable happening to a girl, who is now trying to send a message to the world describing the unbearable pain she felt. * Warning- this is a fictional story, it is not real*
