I never meant to hurt anyone. I just don't understand why
they had to be so mean to me, just because I was different.
I guess the story begins way back when I was just a little
girl. Daddy Ralph had just died and momma became even more
fanatic with her religion. Yes, her religion, I don't think
anyone else can have a bigger religios mania then her, but I
think that her strong faith is what made her the strong
woman that she was.
I went outside to the backyard of our house, I remember
looking around, trying to find something interesting to do.
Then after a few minutes of just jumping round and round I
saw the neighbour's daughter getting a sun-tan in her
bathing suit (which of course according to momma was a sin).
I don't know why, why I had to go there. I guess I was just
curious like every normal kid and even weird ones like me. I
regret it now, maybe if I hadn't gone there and the whole
incident hadn't happen, maybe then momma  wouldn't hate me
so much and everything would have turned out differently. I
like to think I'm right about that, although I know I'm not.
I don't think I could have done anything to prevent it from
happening.
I can remember momma yelling while draging me to the house.
I was terrified. I didn't know where I was going. It was the
first time momma had thrown me into that closet, my
closet. I think that it wasn't the fear that made the stones
fall, looking back I'm almost sure it was the guilt that
made it all happen. Some say (especialy momma) that it was
really god that made it happen as a test of faith. About
that theory I can tell that I know I caused it, I don't know
how but I know I did. But if you still  think it was a test
of faith then why did the rocks fall directly on our house?
Believe me the last person that needed a test of faith was
momma.
Those of you who know my story only from rumours probably
think there were only two main incidents: the rocks thing
and prom night. The incident I'm talking about happened the
day Tommy asked me to go with him to the prom, of course I
was stupid enough to accept his offer. When I got home that
day, I was so anxious to tell momma all about it, I really
don't know why, but I thought that maybe she'll understand
this time. I told her after we had lunch. That's when she
gave me that look, oh how I hated that look! I knew what she
was going to do next, and I couldn't let that happen again.
I couldn't let her throw me in to that awful closet again.
At first I tried to tell her not to do it, I didn't want to
hurt her. After I used my telekinesis for the second time,
that look never left momma's face. She died with that
horrible look.
About that prom night I'm sure you probably already heard
it, and all I can say about that is that I think they
deserved what they got. They made me kill them and because
of them (it's always them) I died too. The only person I'm
sorry about is Tommy who was so nice, and I truly believe
that my whole life did lead to that special night I died.

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