I look around-- Papa's goons are (probably) not around, but it's hard to ignore what's second nature at this point. "He killed my mom," I admit darkly. I'm not really sure why-- maybe I just need to tell someone who may believe me this time. "But no one believes me." I don't care what I saw. That-- that monster killed my mother. I saw it.
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Date: 2012-07-24 03:53 am (UTC)