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czwartek, 12 lipca 2012

You will try to believe that's a truth.


I didn’t kill people. I didn't look when they die. And I never say that this was true…
I was a killer. I kill with experience without pain. Fast.
My first victim was a teenager. That was my boyfriend. I was a seventeen - years - old girl then. His death was necessary. My second victim was innocent. That was my mother. I was a eighteen - years - old girl then. Her death was necessary.
My third victim was young. That was a child. Young girl. I was a vampire then and I wanted her blood. That was necessary for me to life.
I still remember it today. My first murder. I remember talking to him. We were in my room. We watched film and ate popcorn. My mother was in the cafe. Sheas a waitress and worked at night. So in my house we were alone. My room is small but cosy. He was safe. He told me:
"I’m bloody lucky."
"Why?" I asked him.
"Because I have got you. He answered.
And I killed him then. Fast. He felt nothing. I hope.
2 years ago I went to the cafe. I wanted to help with work and spend time with my mother. The weather was terrible. Sun wasn’t shining and a cold wind was blowing. I was sad because I didn't win the competition so I wanted to make something that could kill my sadness.
My mother was a beautiful women. She always wore dress and comfortable shoes. She seldom cries because she always smiles and tells me:
"Katniss! Enjoy happiness every day!"
Yes. That's good idea but not for me.
I sold cakes when she came to the cellar. She didn’t come back so I went there too. She cried and I killed her then. Fast. I didn’t want to see how my mother cried.                                                                                                                                                         I come to the amusement park last week. I met a young girl there. She was cute and she was like my mother when she was a five - years - old child.
I come to the circus whit them. When her grandmother went to buy a tickets, the girl give me a blue balloon.
I killed her then. Fast.
Today, I try live like a normal girl. I go to school every day. I run, go to the swimming pool and library. I have got a new friend and family. Now, I live with my uncle and aunt in Arizona...
My past was difficult to understand but my future will be extraordinary.
I believe that's a truth. Yes. I’ll try... 


You crazy world. 

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