I guess, I was oblivious to everything,
I guess, I didn't know what I was doing,
I didn't think I would hurt anyone...
But I did.
I was leaving, running away, cowaring, from the frightful memory that haunted my dreams. I was leaving with the only person that treated me as a person... My stepdad.
It was planted in my head, tearing me apart, banging in the back of my head.
"GET AWAY FROM ME. YOU. YOU MURDERER!" My Ma spat these violent words at me...
She was wrong of course. Me? A murderer? Sabrina Anderson, daughter of Sheila Anderson an A* student, caring to all others a murderer?
Not in my nature...
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