Chapter 2: Childhood

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Oh, I'm sorry. Before we get into what's happening right now, I guess I should tell you who I am. My name is winter, I'm 23 and I live in New Jersey. I don't know what love is and I don't believe in it. I dare any one man to tell me and show me why love is. But I doubt he will succeed because after what I've been through, I'm pretty certain that love is stupid and worthless. You must be wondering why I'm like this. It's because of my parents. Ever since i was 8 months old, my father would beat and rape me continuously every night until I was 18 and I ran away. My mother would watch and just laugh then beat me after my father was through. Her laugh will forever haunt me. While they would beat me they would always whisper in my ear " oh honey sweetie pie, we love you so much." I thought to myself if that pain was love, I didn't want to be part of it. My father died at the age of 40, not by my hands, but because he drank alcohol, did drugs, and smoked too much. I didn't hate, love, or even like him. What is then? All I have to do now is raise a child like how she should be raised. But with what man would I have her? I ask too much questions. The more I aged, the more I realized that it wasn't right for someone to experience the hurt and suffering I did. So, I made a promise with myself to never trust any man, and to kill any man that I knew of who committed something so terrible.

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