~~~~Prologue~~~~
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So here we go. I can't believe they trusted me with this. They won't let me have
anything in here. They tell me I'm dangerous to myself and others. Whatever.
So I guess I just record whatever comes into my head and this writer person
will make it into a book for me. Is that right? This feels weird talking into a
tape recorder. I don't like the idea of doing this, but I'll need money if I ever
get out. If I'm good, maybe I will, but I wonder if life will even be worth living
if that ever happens. I imagine once I am done dredging up these memories I
won't want to live.
My father doesn't want anything to do with me, my siblings tolerate me and come to visit sometimes. And I still have the fans. Thank God for the fans. To them I'm still "the cute one". I guess killing someone is an attractive quality. I never would have guessed. Of course my "true" family still supports me. My "real" brothers. They know why I did what I did. I don't think they know the whole story, but they will, if they read this, and I guess you will too. |