My Life Long Journey

My Life Long Journey

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Nov 19, 2014
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This is how my story goes so far. My name is Kellie - Maree Heiniger, I'm 28 years old. I was born on the 11th of April 1986. When I was only 3 years old, my blood Mother ( Carmel ) grabbed a knife from the kitchen and decided to cut my left hand which I ended up with having about 29 stitches both on the inside and on the outside of my hand. By the time I was 8 years old my Mum's husband ( Edwin ) raped me while I was in my bedroom putting my Pajamas on, I found out that I was Pregnant to him. I went the whole pregnancy just to have a still born at the hospital. I gave birth to a little girl and I named her Decota. My Mother ( Carmel ) then decided to give me to the Department of Families in which I became a Ward of The State only because I grabbed a pair of scissors after he attacked me, I grabbed the scissors and started to attack his Man- Hood. My Mother wasn't too impressed that I destroyed her Play Toy and he was " OUT OF ACTION " So she got rid of me and kept him.
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Your suicide? Oh please, daddy. That didn't change me. I'm only trying to please you, trying to be perfect. And trust me, I've achieved perfection. I ran my school. If there was a crown, I'd be wearing it. I had all the guys on top of me, all the insecure little nitwits wrapped tightly around my finger. We still have your money, so I'm rich, gorgeous, thanks to your wonderful features, my dear father, and I was popular. I was perfect beyond belief. Now you; your secret still horrifies me. Why did you take your life? Your family so dearly loved you. I will find out, just for you, and so that you will say that I'm perfect in every which way as you watch down on me. Or up at me, whatever side of your wonderful personality the Lord took. However, my father, there is this new kid. I can't seem to remember his name. He's the silent type, perfect prey for my friends and I. But he's different. In fact I have made a deal with him. He'll help me solve your mystery, daddy, on one condition; I change my ways. He's such a joke, a cute joke. Oh what must I be saying, he's absolutely insane. I don't need to change my ways, I'm perfect. If anything, I should be helping him. Oh I remember now, father. Aiden. Aiden is trying to perfect me. What a laugh, isn't it? Perfecting something that's already perfect.

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