I couldn't remember what today's date was.
Nobody would talk to me. You know, being the single eldest daughter of a abusive family, the only survivor of a massacre, and that murderer, is only the daughter?
Yeah, no one is gonna talk to you. Ever.
"What the fuck am I doing here?" I cursed, kicking the wall.
"Hey! Sorenson! Shut up!" The doctor hissed, banging on the bars of my cell.
"Fuck off," I growled, stepping closer to the bars.
So what if I was insane? I was a convicted murderer... well, I guess it's not really my fault.
I didn't ask to become what I am.
I lie down on my cot and stare at the ceiling, I think about how different things could be.
However, it was kill or be killed. You never knew when it came to my stepmother's punishments.
I closed my eyes. I could still hear their painful cries, their shaky breaths, the life leaving their eyes, and most of all their blood.
Their blood screams my name.
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Their Blood Is My Memory
FanfictionMurderer. Monster. Filth. Insanity. Broken. Heartless. Psychotic. Sociopath. ~~ Sang Sorenson has heard it all, especially from the current mental facility she's placed in. It wasn't her fault. She didn't know that she had another side of her, one t...
