1 Prologue

Dear Whoever Reads This,

I have never been one to divulge in books or letters. I don't think I will ever be that person, but someone needs to hear my story. You have to. I have to tell someone about what happened to me and why it affected my life decisions. I won't expect you to pardon me. You won't anyway. All I hope to get out of this is for you to realize why my life was so messed up.

I never asked for this life or to be on this planet. That decision was made for me, but I understand why it was. I did what I thought was the right thing, but I can honestly say that I now know what I did was wrong- or at least I could've changed my methods. But that wasn't my thoughts back then. So hopes and thoughts will never change what is now history.

So I will tell you my story, but in return you cannot judge me. Do not let your emotions dictate logic. Put yourself in my mind and fully understand my life, my brain, my thoughts. If you cannot do this then you don't deserve my story. If you cannot read my letter with an open mind then please tear it up or let someone else find it.

But if you are able to have an open mind, then please read my story. Understand how it shaped who I was. I hurt people. But the ones who I thought deserve to be harmed. Never the innocent. I want you to read my story. Perhaps it will help you make some decisions about yourself. Perhaps it won't. Maybe it will serve as a reminder of who not to be. That's for you to decide.

You are the answer to what fate becomes me. I am counting on you. Whatever decision you make is completely understandable.

You may continue on,

-Aurora Jones