No more! No more! I can still here my dad screaming as he threw my journal as my mothers picture on the floor. He had told me not to use the journal as a form of creativity and use it as a form of power. So here I am writing about my life just like my father. The people in the new town should watch out he does not like memories hearing him scream it was my fault my mother died. But I knew my mother did not commit suicide my father had killed her. My best friend at the time knew as well thats why my father took the offer of coming here so quick, he would have a place to hide , to be safe.
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The Healer
Mystery / Thrillerin this perfect city nothing goes wrong that is until Max Moore gets here everything changes from rules to well death...
