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I Stand Alone
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Ongoing, First published Mar 14, 2017
I stand there holding my knife with the look of sheer horror on my parents face. I look at my hands and at the body of my dead sibling 

"Honey what happened to you?" My mom said out of sheer fear. 

"She's gone and there's nothing I can do about it..." I start laughing sadisticly

Then all of a sudden I have these burning pains in my hands 

"What the hell?" I look at my hands and I see a symbol burning a hue of purple on my skin the symbol was an O with an X through it. 
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This is where my story begins. I'm a sixteen year old girl with blond hair and blue eyes I live in Santa Cruise California with my family, I always had anger issues and I had a thirst for blood. I never knew how what happened but I was thrown into a whole new world and I have to learn to live with it.
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***TRIGGER WARNING: Contains scenes of sexual assault*** I kill Sex Offenders...That's supposed to make me sound good until you realize that I'm a murderer. See. Right there. You just realized it. and now you hate me. or want to walk away and not be any a part of this. That's fine.. I don't need you. Or anyone. Except Abby.. My little sister who was, you guessed it, targeted by her beloved boy friend, William. The first person I ever killed. So now I live on the run helping girls see justice for the men who never did, while keeping an online diary that people probably think is fiction, which works out in my favor anyhow. What prompted the diary you ask? Well, I'll get to that. First things first Chapter 1. Sob Story