Chapter 2

So to start off this crazy stuff my mother died during child birth. Your probably saying that that's pretty normal but I didn't tell you that after that my father became furious screaming to the nurses that I should have died and my mother should have lived. He completely blamed his new born daughter for something she didn't do but that's not the worst of it. As I grew up I started to look more and more like my mother. When I was four years old I found old photographs of my mother the same age as me. 'That is the last draw' he said and then later on that day he took me to a park to play and left me there. I had no idea he left me there. I was four so I didn't know what to do. I just sat there crying. Later on a couple found me and took me in there care. Know enough about my past let's talk about the present. Wright know I am sitting in my room writing in my journal that my therapist gave to 'express my feelings'. I know wright. You must be asking 'why do you have a therapist' well to answer your question I have a therapist because I see thing that other people can't and they call me crazy and when I mean see things I mean decapitated wolves lying on streets and in houses.