I didn't mean to do it, I swear. I never meant to stab my aunt with a knife, I was only 4. How was I supposed to know what I had done? But here I am, 100 years later, regretting the mistake that made my grandmother curse me, and to have to live this horrible, excruciating life. Forever. {WARNING: THERE ARE SUICIDE ATTEMPTS IN THIS STORY, AS WELL AS VIOLENCE, AND SWEARING}
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