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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 01/26/2014
From This Valley
Someone once told me that feeling alone was a phase and that life is just testing to see whether or not you're worthy. But I as I grew up I realized that life doesn't care, life isn't a person. Life is a metaphor! We use it as a way to say life sucks but in reality we are the ones who suck.
It was 3 weeks ago my mother was murdered by Katherine Hines. What's crazy is that, she was my mom's best friend who she trusted, stabbed her 16 times. It was around 10 at night when I found her. I was wondering why she wasn't up waiting to fry my ass. I opened the door and there she
was.... lying on the floor of her room with blood all over the walls, sheets and her.
I can't remember much after that, only the next day my uncle Bill came to pick me up.
Days went by without me hearing anything about my mom's case. But that didn't stop the bad from happening. That night Bill climbed into my bed and did the unthinkable, as I tried to scream he whispered he would kill me if I belched out one sound.
But this is not a suicide note. It is to show you that there is bad in life. That I am afraid of life, it just got hard so I gave up. But
this is not a suicide note. All that I've been through, which was a lot, giving up was the only way to make it stop.
Cynthia
From This Valley(Velma Smith)
From This Valley
Someone once told me that feeling alone was a phase and that life is just testing to see whether or not you're worthy. But I as I grew up I realized that life doesn't care, life isn't a person. Life is a metaphor! We use it as a way to say life sucks but in reality we are the ones who suck.
It was 3 weeks ago my mother was murdered by Katherine Hines. What's crazy is that, she was my mom's best friend who she trusted, stabbed her 16 times. It was around 10 at night when I found her. I was wondering why she wasn't up waiting to fry my ass. I opened the door and there she
was.... lying on the floor of her room with blood all over the walls, sheets and her.
I can't remember much after that, only the next day my uncle Bill came to pick me up.
Days went by without me hearing anything about my mom's case. But that didn't stop the bad from happening. That night Bill climbed into my bed and did the unthinkable, as I tried to scream he whispered he would kill me if I belched out one sound.
But this is not a suicide note. It is to show you that there is bad in life. That I am afraid of life, it just got hard so I gave up. But
this is not a suicide note. All that I've been through, which was a lot, giving up was the only way to make it stop.
Cynthia
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