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Prologue

If you're reading this story then you're dead as the fucking dinosaurs.
As soon as you read the first few words, my pain has been inflicted on you.
All my heartache.
All my torture.
All my demons.
They have been sent to you, and death is not that far away now.
Sure, you may not feel it, and hell, you probably think I'm a fucking phycopath.
Now, you probably want too hear why I'm all batshit crazy now.
If you don't, then close this book, set it on fire and throw it into the nearest lake you know.
If you are going you stay, I might as well introduce myself.
The story you are about to read happened when I was fifteen, just going out of my freshmen year of highschool.
My mom had died just about 5 years before after a major heart attack.
My dad was devastated.
This isn't like those clique morning fathers in those stupid romance books.
No, he didn't start having a drinking problem.
No, he didn't rely on the help of drugs.
No, he didn't start abusing me.
He tried too pretend that Mom wasn't gone.
The only pain he did cause after her leaving was not telling me.
I was ten at the time.
He would wake up at 4 in the morning just to make breakfast.
That created the illusion that Mom had made it and left for works.
He would send me texts from Mom's phone.
The messages were just simple "I love you" and "Miss you!"
The day I found out was when we got a slightly large box delivered to our house.
It's smell had already filled the house as soon as I opened the door.
Plugging his nose, my father cut open the box.
I will never forget the sight of my mother's mangled body, cut in two.
The police had check her body and sent us the reports.
Someone had dug up my mother and sexually assaulted her before sending her off.
I am Catalina Valencia.
This is the story of how I caught that motherfucker.