April 13 Moms Death
Dear Dairy,
Ashes, ashes we all fall down down down to the depth of hell. My name is Cinder. I was born killing my mother and the thing is I remember it all. Its called photographic memory and its been a long 16 years... well 17 because I can remember being in my mothers stomach. Also all the love my parents gave me when I was inside, but once I was born my dad hated me because I killed my mother. I told him that its not my fault I didn't know I was supposed to come out head first. Well I hate him back because now most of my memory is him beating me up. To bad for him it just made me love that I killed my mother. Now I just want to kill him slowly. That's why I started this story with that stupid nursery rhime alittle twisted because they sang it to me while I was in my mom's stomach. Tonight I'm going to burn the house down and burn my dad alive. Don't worry daddy you will be with mom now... or will you because what I can remember she was worth heaven.
Sincerely,
Cinder
