Well, it's been a while since that day. I am now standing in this courthouse waiting for my fair justice, since I just realized I'm no longer alive.
There's a picture of me, Jenny, and Paula taken sometime in the summer of 1965. That's me on the left, Sylvia, and this is my story.
They showed more pictures of me, but not as happy as that one in the summer. Ones of me with bruises and scars all over my body, including when Gertrude and Ricky branded me with a hot sewing needle.
'I'm a Prostitute and proud of it.'
Bill was there, but this time as a Prosecutor not the same man I seen at Bethany Baptist Church every Sunday. And soon enough, Daddy took the stand.
"Would you please state your name." The Prosecutor said.
"Lester Likens." Daddy replied.
Reverent Bill started to ask about mama, and how they were married but once separated. That brought back some memories floating back, since I went into the light and forgot a lot it was good to be there for the witnesses I guess. Soon, Daddy was asked when he wasn't with mama and that sent me back some.
"The last week in June 1965." He said.
"She was at Euclid Street, and I was in Lebanon, Indiana." He went on, and more memories that I had originally missed came back.
"Where were the children?" Reverent asked.
"Jenny Faye and Syliva Marie was with her." Daddy went on to explain, and I lingered around to hear it without anyone knowing.
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Sylvia- An American Crime
Non-Fiction(Based off the Film and True Events) The story of An American Crime, but through the eyes of only Sylvia Marie Likens. This sixteen-year-old was tortured and killed by the hands of Gertrude Baniszewski, her six children, and other children.
