Do I Regret It? No.

Do I Regret It? No.

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., janv. 15, 2018
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Alexandra King-Ruiz. Now where do I start with her. Well she's got a rough past, she's got a past that if any one else were to live through it, they'd most likely choose the latter -easier- of her only two available options, just end it all, your suffering, and end your life or either become one of the most dangerous and F*cked up people to ever roam America. And of course Alex being Alex chose the latter of her two available options. Catching her tormentors by surprise and switching places with them. And showing them just what they had created and what she and many others felt. And for this she went to the most dangerous prison in America. Rickers Island Maximum Security Prison. The crime she commited left her in the history books, many of us read in history class. For one of the largest mass murders in recorded American history. And her being one of the youngest mass murders. Yet she only got 10 years, instead of death row. No one knows who this mass murder is. It's gender. Age. Nada. The only thing they know about this mysterious mass murderer is its the eyes. one a stormy light grey and the other a dark mossy green. They think of this mass murderer as a monster, when she's merely a 19year old girl that was robbed of her childhood. As many others were as well. She was just stronger than the others. Well It was in her blood to be a sociopath... so there was no surprise when Alex turned out to be one. And a F*cking good one at that. Well she's now back in her home town, 78 years later and while others have aged "normally", Alex didn't look a day over 19. The reason for that, you'll have to find out yourself. By reading the f*cked up sh*t that is her life. What she finds funny is that no one knows that there's a supposedly dead mass murderer roaming the streets. The same streets she commited the crime on, where she was given life and where it was "taken". She just hopes her "Family" and nobody finds out "who" she is or more imortantly "Why" she did "it".
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