My Brother Harry

My Brother Harry

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I had been a lonely girl, ever since my parents got divorced. One day my parents were arguing and my mum just packed her things with my older brother and they left. Ever since, I was left with no one to be there on my side. I wasn't really a social person, so I had no friends. I was also a total mature person and I was only 12. My dad decided our house wasn't worth it, he decided to give the home to my mother and she didn't really seem to care. I've been crying myself to sleep for days.. not knowing anywhere else to go. A few months later, my dad and I moved to the UK for my dads new job. He had been dating this lady, and I thought she was absolutely beautiful. She even had a daughter by the name of Gemma. Hm I wonder how that lady's name would sound if my dad and her got married.. Anne Jimenez? Uh okay.. But one day a man that looked like he was in his 20's walked into our home. That's where my life became twisted
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I saw her and thought she beautiful and thought I could trick her into trusting me. I can get on her good side and then kill her. I walked over to her. She was so beautiful and vulnerable, she trusted me. -a week later- She trusted me enough now to invite me into her house. She told me she was going to go change in her room so I made my way over to the kitchen. She came down asking if I was hungry. "Yes I am, but not for food" " What do you mean?" I lifted the knife over my head and said " I mean I hungry for justice." and I stabbed her. It went through her chest and her heart. She was dead. After I cleaned her up I cleaned up the house with bleach. There was no traces left of the murder. Except her, or so I thought.

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