Too Broken To Be Fixed?
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PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. I HAVEN'T UPLOADED OR THOUGHT OF THIS IN SEVEN YEARS. I MIGHT GET BACK TO IT SOMEDAY, BUT I HAVE OTHER THINGS IN THE WORKS TO OCCUPY MY MIND.
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"It was murder, you better believe me -and I'm gonna prove it."
Those were my thoughts back then...when my father's death was still my bright and shiny new present on my 12th birthday.
FIVE YEARS LATER -after seeing visions of his death, having been thrown into a mental institute by my own mother, and working my ass off as I tried to stay sane for the good of my family- Mom's getting herself remarried to her long-time bestfriend.
...Meaning that her fiancé, his nebby son, and bratty daughter are going to move in with my mother, my brother Tony, and I.
I think that's enough validation to prove that I'm allowed to be bitter.
I don't know how this change will affect my..."job": Will it distract me from the investigation? Give me better leads? Or just downright screw up everything and end in the shedding of more tears and lives being ripped apart?
And the question that's on everyone's minds: Can someone possibly be too broken to be fixed?
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IF YOU FIND: ABUSE, MILD LANGUAGE, MENTAL/EMOTIONAL DISORDERS, AND/OR DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF PERILOUS EVENTS OFFENSIVE...PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING. I'VE DONE MY BEST TO WRITE THIS STORY IN A WAY THAT IS THE MOST APPROPRIATE BUT SOME PARTS MAY BE IFFY AND I DON'T WANT ANY COMPLAINTS. Thanks ;-)
BACKGROUND OF COVER FOUND FREELY OFF OF GOOGLE IMAGES BY A FRIEND OF MINE...I DON'T OWN THE PIC.
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