The funeral was perfect. James took care of all the
arrangements. He’s good at that. I kept it together all day which wasn’t easy
when I met her friends. Some of them barely shed a tear as they greeted my
family. They were so…unfeeling. I don’t know how she put up with them. She was always a girl who felt deeply. When
she was six years old we watched a spider devour a butterfly it had caught in
our backyard. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but I found her crying
in the dryer later that day.
She said: “I know he’s just doing his job but why does he
have to hurt people?” She was talking about the spider. I think.
Maybe she knew a long time ago; what I am.
It was Daniel.
He had the audacity to come to my daughter’s funeral. He
shook my husband’s hand, hugged my son, and looked in my eyes when he told me
that it was her fault. If only she had followed the rules. Jason punched him;
it was awesome.
Daniel gets no second chances. No more warnings. I am going
to make him suffer. He will bleed for days before the life leaves his body. And
then I’m going to feed him to the police dogs.
My baby.
She’s…
I turn 38 today. It's not a special number but all that's been running through my mind today is:
I was supposed to be first. I never thought I would bury my children...
For god’s sake,
Stay Safe
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