The Day That I Changed

The Day That I Changed

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Me, the little cute girl at age 8 and all she wanted to do is love her parents but all they showed was hate and anger so her parents abused her until she escaped that horror shes used to call home. She found shelter, no food, no water. She started to cry because she thought that she would die soon, someone heard her crying and the lady was so nice she told me that I could stay at her home. She bathed me and she brushed my long brown hair and looked into my beautiful hazel eyes and told me that she'd take care of me, when I was older at age 17, I was learning every move in Chinese fighting and boxing. One day I was at leeia's house (the lady) and she told me to drink this violet coloured goo, told me that is juice and I drank it and all that happened was policemen came in and shot her in her head and the last words from her mouth was " RUN, i-i lo..'ve yo-u" and from those words I ran and all I thought was revenge
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I was about 10 years old when I had to kill my first to keep myself safe. I may remember other exciting and decisive events in my young age life as well, but never expected to one day be the main suspect of being a cruel serial-killer in a foreign country, I do not have memories of killing all that people, I may have a selective memory, it explain all the happiness when I heard that all of them were dead and the blood stain in my shoes. In most of the other people 's I can be a miserable unlucky woman, but when I sleep, I am God.

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