Injected Murder

Injected Murder

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I'm different. I always have been. My mom and dad used to tell me that it okay to be different and that it wasn't my fault. I never knew why I was different in tell my parents died and I saw an envelope addressed to me. I was young at the time about five and I didn't understand what it meant until now being sixteen I still have it and read it from time to time. By now I have memorized the words that my dead parents wrote to me before they were taken from this earth. The letter says: Dear daughter (Bella), If you are reading that means we have passed away. Please don't worry too much we are in a good place. But soon you will notice you are not the same as everyone and that's okay. It's not your fault remember that. It all happened the day you were born, our happiest day but also devastating. The happiest because you were finally born and you were are first child. But devastating because that day you were supposed to get a port in your brain but the doctors forgot to inject you with one because they were so busy. They told us that you would be developing slowly because you didn't have a port and that they couldn't put one in now because your body would reject it. This may of happened but we love you the same and it was the best moment to have you born. Never stop being you. Love you forever and always, Your parents The first time I read this I was in tears and now my eyes still become misty. They didn't lie I'm developing slowly. Well everyone is injecting themselves to gain knowledge I'm on the computer trying to learn as much as I can. Because it's not needed they don't have a school. People say they understand and I know they try but they just can't they wont understand because it hasn't happened to them and its not like a needle can help them figure me out.
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***this book contains suicidal thoughts and tendencies, may not be appropriate for younger audiences*** In which she looks for the purpose of life. Lily Carter's parents died in a car crash leaving her and Laura, girl was depressed long before her parents passed away and with all the problems turning up now, Lily felt more miserable - if that's even possible. With her journey to look for life's purpose and grab the small pinch of HOPE - which is ironically her second name -, will she finally snap at the pressure and finally end it all? or will a small light lit her darkened world of grief and loneliness? * "So you know. The little goth girl who gets bullied is indeed a mess. There's this mess in her head that eats her alive everyday isn't it? What to do now Kaden? Tell the whole neighborhood and recieve an award for taking out a crazy in this world?" I spit like vomit. His eyes warmed up as I finished, "Lily. It isn't like that" "What is it then? People stopped caring... they gave up, why aren't you?" I fought my tears. "Because I feel the need to care. Did Leigh hurt you? Did she hit you?" he finally noticed the unusual redness of my cheek. I don't like the way he told me he needed to care for me. I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he is carrying and carrying leads to getting tired and when people gets tired, they give up. I don't want them to give up on me. But they will, so it's good not to make them care for me in the first place. "I never needed anyone. I stopped needing anyone before, why start now?" I uttered the words again. Why? There is nothing to fight for. No mama. No papa. No sister to love me. No one. So why would I waste my life and the time of others to fix what is already broken - and someone who doesn't want to be fixed? If I may add. Maybe I gave up. No, scratch that. I gave up a long time ago - when my parents died, my hope and purpose went away with them.

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