• I wonder if my life will ever change. Will I still be this weird, crazy, boring girl or will I become something I want to be/don't want to be. I dream so big sometimes. I wish I could grow wings and fly away. Sometimes I wish of being a killer to take the life of someone who has hurt me in the past. Having been beaten and rape so many times and now look I'm pregnant. I guess my life has change but i can still show my crazy side. The one i loved so much is my child father, the one who beat me till i could not walk when i told him about our child. Then again what could i do?

    "I'm so sick of this all!" i screamed at the top of my lungs. He laughed at me and pushed me to the bed. My child six months inside me and we both got rape. With every breath in my body all I could do is scream. When he was asleep i walked into the kitchen. This strange feeling became to grow inside of me. Was it fear or was it rage? I never had this feeling but it felt good. Opening the cabinet ever so quiet finding the chef knife. Walking back into the bedroom staring at the body. I went and sat on his lap ever so gently not to waken him. Being to rise the knife above my head, I closed my eyes tight, and jab the knife as hard as I could into his heart. He woken with a gasp and eyes/mouth filled with blood. Laughing like an insane person i began to jab the knife over and over again. Until the body had no life.

    Blood was everywhere but i didn't care. I began to pack everything still wondering were all this rage and insane came from. Have I had this my whole life and it came out now? I guess I change and became a killer i wanted to be. Never to change into a insane person. I finally relies that i have all the weapons I need. "Now I should fight" my cold, deadly, insane voice pierce the air. I began to walk out the door then down the road. Leaving blood tracks and the knife behind me.