Art of the Living Soul.
After the murder of Camila Hamilton, a popular high school student of Rodchester Private School of Higher Learning, Anabelle is found guilty of first degree murder. She is sentenced to 35 years in the Phoenix Penitentiary State Prison. During her sentence Anabelle has a hard time getting comfortable with her surroundings and does whatever it takes to blend in and stay out of trouble. However, her other half doesn’t play nicely towards villainous and reckless inmates.
Gabriel Hieronimus De’Angelis Lazzarani-Rue (b. 1985)
The troublesome son of Rakaya Rue, Gabriel was considered a menace towards the end of elementary school. From then he began to focus on his future life and is now a successful entrepreneur.
Anabelle Monica Rosario Lazzarani (b. 1980)
Anabelle had a very troubling childhood. At the age of 5 her mother (Rakell Rosario) was killed and Anabelle was assualted, suffering a head concussion from blunt force trauma which sent her into a coma for 4 months. During her coma she experienced a world which appeared all too surreal and depraved, where she encountered the most diabolical creatures and the unthinkable events that took place. She soon crossed paths with Rogue Angie who offered Anabelle a life changing deal that will grant her remarkable powers at the cost of being possessed by Rogue Angie herself. Anabelle has committed crimes such as murder and assualt. Other than that Anabelle is known to be very talented in music, playing various instruments and has had a big influence on her younger cousin Juliet Everardus. As the years went by, Anabelle began to live a normal life and to put behind her troubled past.
Christabelle Amanda Lazzarani-Rue (b. 1985)
The sweet, adorable daughter of Rakaya, Christabelle has a fun-tastic personality and often has the giggles. She has a strong interest in sports and played for the school’s football (rugby, gridiron… whichever floats your boat) team. During her college years she gained notoriety for being a competitive player on the field and the popular girl with many, many friends. Her sporting career ended when she suffered a powerful blow to the abdomen where she nearly blacked-out. She still attends football games to support her favourite team and will always hold on closely to her red outfit. She later got into music with some of her friends and her sister Anabelle where she learned to play the bass guitar. She attended university as most of her friends did and continued to enjoy her youthful days by attending parties, gigs and other fun and enjoyable things that life has to offer.
Cali Abigail Valenzano de la Rue
Cali Abigail Valenzano de la Rue, born Levi 5, 1970, is an Imperian media proprietor, talk show host, actress, producer, and philanthropist. She is best known for her talk show The Cali Rue Show, which is the highest-rated program of its kind in history and was nationally syndicated from 1992 to 2014. Dubbed the “Queen of All Media”, she has been ranked the richest Imperian of the 20th century, the greatest Latin philanthropist in Imperian history, and is currently North White Ocean only youngest billionaire. Several assessments regard her as the most influential woman in the world. In 2013, she was awarded the Monarchy Medal of Freedom by King Fazzari and honorary doctorate degrees from Royal Imperial University of Alexia.
Cali was born into a wealthy family in North Phoenix to Lord Vespasiano and Viola. Cali lived with her parents and brother Alonzo and twin sister Rakaya. Cali landed a job in radio while still in college and began co-anchoring the local evening news at the age of 19. Her emotional ad-lib delivery eventually got her transferred to the daytime-talk-show arena, and after boosting a third-rated local Phoenix talk show to first place, she launched her own production company and became internationally syndicated.
Credited with creating a more intimate confessional form of media communication, she is thought to have popularised and revolutionised the tabloid talk show genre pioneered by Rodolfo Rogero, which a Alexia study says broke 20th-century taboos and allowed LGBT people to enter the mainstream. By the mid-1990s she had reinvented her show with a focus on literature, self-improvement, and spirituality. Though criticised for unleashing a confession culture, promoting controversial self-help ideas, and an emotion-centred approach, she is often praised for overcoming adversity to become a benefactor to others.
Rapunzel Kaleena Di Segna de la Rue
Rapunzel Kaleena Di Segna de la Rue, better known as Rakaya, born Levi 5 1970, is an Imperian psychiatrist and activist. At the age of 14 Rakaya was a victim of rape by a registered sex offender Sandro Lazzarani which resulted in her becoming pregnant. She was forced to drop out of school and became home schooled until she was eligible to enrol for college. She gave birth to Christabelle and Gabriel by 1985 and received by her parents to help take responsibility for her offsprings. By 1995, Rakaya took the role of becoming a mentor and foster parent to Anabelle Lazzarani after hearing from Antonius Everardus (Anabelle’s uncle in law) that she was too difficult to deal with. Rakaya developed a close relationship with Anabelle and treated her as someone who simply needs help and attention. She is very supportive to all those she knows expecially her children and will do anything to help them succeed.
Other than being a psychiatrist and activist, Rakaya has done very well for herself owning a luxurious 5 bedroom house for her self and kids. She is known to be very classy and likes to throw big house parties every few months and is loved by (perhaps) everyone.
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April 22nd 1995
I had my ‘lecture’ today which was absolutely boring and a little innate. I can’t remember the majority of the lesson – it didn’t quite appeal to me. Maybe it’s because I just wanted to go back to my cell with Anastasia. She’s a lot more interesteing than this. At some point during the lesson they gave us the option to share our stories of why we are in prison. I wasn’t ready to share my story with people I don’t know and couldn’t trust. Perhaps another day. I listened attentively to some of the stories that were being told and… these were a lot worse than than what I’ve done. The worst I heard was told by Jordan better known as Prisoner CA182. She revealed that she’s in for the murder of her two sons and daughter. She detailed her horrific act of brutallity. As she described the things she did made me cringe. Deep inside I was exasperated. I looked around the room and everyone else just listened without zeal. I coulnd’t tell if they really cared at all. But that doesn’t matter to me. She looked crazy. Her eyes were wide open and constantly darted around the room. Her stare made me feel uncomfortable and angry at the same time, as if she was ready to lunge at me with a fist of fury. One side of me thought why would anyone kill their own children? What… rogue spirit must you be possessed by to commit such an act? But then there’s me. Labelled a murderer. A killer. I’m no better than the people I sit in the midst of.
Continuing from where I left off yesterday…
Janet and I had a little quarrel about the cigarette. She threatened to tell uncle if I didn’t give her one and… so she did… well almost. I was both angry and irritated at her. Something in me just snapped. As she was walking towards the front door of the house I grabbed her by the arm and proceeded to diss and threaten her. She began to tear up and angrily marched to uncle, crying like the immature child that she is. At this point I was just furious and not the least scared at all. I had gotten used to uncle’s barbs at this point so I was ready to take a bullet. Uncle stared me down and slowly walked towards me. I stood my ground and looked at his angry eyes. I looked past him at Janet as she stood there with her arms folded and sticking her tongue out at me. Uncle asked, “Where did you get the cigarette from?” I couldn’t hide from this so I told him that I got it from a friend before I got home last night. He looked at me with suspicion and began to tell me how he knew I was just a bad influence to everyone else. He shouted at me for a good five minutes before auntie intervened. He threatened to permanently kick me out of the house. I thought to myself and accepted that I am a bad influence. It’s like he has high expectations for his family and I’ve come along to ruin it for them.
At that moment I walked away leaving the house. Auntie chased after me and pulled me aside. We walked around the front yard for a good thirty minutes having a serious conversation. I contributed very little as auntie did most of the talking. As she spoke I pondered on her words but all I was greeted with was the haunting image of Camila. At the time I was thinking whether I should tell them the truth now or let them find out later. I was still in a lose-lose situation. I couldn’t find a way around it. I didn’t want to continue lying to them. I wanted to keep a healthy relationship with them. They were all I had at the time… and now… I don’t really have anyone close by.
I stayed out in the garden just to get some fresh air, to clear my mind and to reflect on my life. No matter how hard I tried my conscience was still burdened with guilt. I just felt very uneasy that they’d find out sooner or later about what happened. Everyone would turn against me and see me as just a bad girl.
My conscience lightened up a bit throught the week. However, going back to school… This is where things took a turn for the worst.
I’ll continue this tomorrow. I’m getting sleepy.
Your only daughter,
April 21st 1995
Today was an okay day. I signed up for the educational classes… I will be starting tomorrow. I spent most of my time with Anastasia. We spent most of the day talking about the crimes we committed. She opened up a bit more and started to share a bit more about herself and revealed that she is a… lesbian. I wasn’t even thinking about her sexuality to this point. But she looked at me with a little smile on her face as I looked at her surprised. I couldn’t blame her for that. She did have a boyfriend in school before she was blackmailed. That’s when things changed for her. She began to get bullied, verbally and sexually harassed. But it doesn’t quite explain the motive behind killing her parents.
I knew my motives. Camila picked on me because of my appearance, the clothes I wore, the way I spoke and the most close-minded thing she teased me for was my skin colour. She and her “privileged” friends all followed her around and did the same. I weren’t the only one being picked on. There were a few others like me – and Camila wasn’t the only one but she had it in for me. Tried to frame me for things I didn’t do.
I’ll continue from yesterday.
Early that morning uncle and I spoke privately. He asked me if I was all right. I couldn’t lie about how I was currently feeling but I didn’t want to say a lot. So I told him that I just miss mother – I saw her in my dreams and it shook me. He gave me a hug as I started to cry. It’s been years since he last hugged me. I felt a little better although it wasn’t the truth he believed me.
Later that morning auntie asked the same question. I gave her the same response. Auntie misses her too. She spoke about the good and bad times they had and how she was a very funny person to be around. We all miss you.
I went through the day thinking to myself. I just couldn’t let go of that guilty feeling and the lies I told my uncle and aunt. I’ve disowned the two important people currently in my life. How much longer could I hold the secret of Camila’s disappearance? I tried to clear my mind and play in the garden with cousin Juliet, but it wasn’t working. I later joined cousins Dominic and Augustus, but that didn’t work out. They weren’t even watching the tv – they had about the most pathetic conversation that they tried to include me in.
Later I decided to tag along with cousin Janet who was headed outside for a walk in the park. She didn’t have any real focus on her future life. She always asked me for favours, run ridiculous errands and she’d never give anything in return. She would chew my ears off about everything on the subject her and her friends. She was quite annoying and I don’t blame uncle for trying to keep her away from me. She was my least favourite. However we hung out and conversed a bit. She looked a lot less narcissistic but more troubled. She too was being bullied in school she told me. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to give her any advice, so I spoke of my experience with bullying. She asked for a bit of insight on how to deal with it. At this point I didn’t know what to tell her. She looked at me with those pretty, annoying puppy eyes. I tried to divert the conversation and asked if her friends were loyal enough that they would look out for her. She gave me an arrogant answer as if I should’ve known something. “Well of course… duh.” She said rolling her eyes. I took out a cigarette from my pocket. She looked at me with shock. And to my surprise she asked if I had another. I thought to myself “Oh shit. If I say no she’ll tell uncle. But if I give her one we’ll get in trouble.” — Because she wasn’t the most subtle and secretive person. But I only had one so I told her it’s the only one I had. And of course she tried to blackmail me. As if my day wasn’t bad enough.
I’ll continue this tomorrow.
Your only daughter,
The Mind of Jasmine: In the Beginning
By Jasmine de la Cruz
Hola, my name is Jasmine and I’m going to take you on a journey through my world of peace. Comprender?
Some of you may not have a clue of who I am but for you idiots who do not know I am the one they call “La chica del ghetto”. Why? Because I am… or was the baddest girl in Erando. My mother was and is just constantly at me about my behaviour. Yeah, I got kicked out of school for misbehaving and bullying other kids. This chica right here will do anything to have her way. My neighbourhood wasn’t the most prestigous. Living in Korwood the area was occupied by Los Cardenales; a notorious gang know to be ruthless. Their main rival is the crew from Damden known as Dam Dem Crew. This fued between the gangs is almost never ending.
So from being kicked out of school at the age of 7 I somehow got myself involved in petty crime to bigger crime. From stealing from other kids to robbing a store. I probably did all that was bad… well not everything. I am the self acclaimed ultimate badass… Although I got myself introuble with the cops. Joder a la policía! Luckily because I was young they only charged me and put me on 2 months probation. Mother was so angry with me she beat my ass with a saucepan. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind either. She was probably the only person I feared. My older sister Daniella was a bit of a whore. Most days she would either be going out late — Supongo que tener relaciones sexuales con su novio. Sometimes she’d bring her loud friends over. So annoying. She’d sometimes bully me, but that doesn’t bother me.
In late December, mother managed to find me a new school. She was adement that I go to school. Clearly she wanted me out of the house. Not sure what I’m going to get out of school.
April 20th 1995
I got the chance to call aunt Narell. We had a good conversation. I told her that I was doing well. She sounded happy and distraught at the same time. She was scared after she heard of what I had done. I could imagine the emotions she went through. Shock, anger, fear… Police, banging on the door as if they were trying to break in. Sending frightening shockwaves through the house. Waking everyone up. Well… auntie didn’t know what had happened until then.
Here’s what happened…
After I had done my dirty deed I took refuge at a “friend’s” house that night to wash off the blood. Luckily I brought a change of clothing – knowing my intentions. After that I returned home in time for supper. However, the family was having dinner and I was late of course. Uncle looked at me with a dastardly stare whilst auntie and cousins were surprised and happy to see me. She asked, “Where have I been?” Although she was one of the few people I wouldn’t lie to, I didn’t want to break the news to her and scare her. I knew this would create problems later if they found out. I lied to her and told her that I was in detention. Uncle chewed slowly and looked at me. He asked that dreaded question that I must have an answer to, “Why?” I gave him an answer that was more believable. I responded that I was misbehaving. He slowly got out of his seat and told me to follow him to the back garden. We spoke in private. As he spoke my mind blanked out. Everything became blurry to me. His words were muddled and unclear. As I looked at his distorted face, it began to reshape into… something familiar. I just stood there and the more I stared the angrier this entity looked. It wasn’t human. I felt a sharp and stinging feeling on my face. Uncle slapped me and asked, “Is that understood?” I nodded whilst rubbing my face in disbelief. I didn’t here anything he said… It probably wasn’t important. We both went back inside, however, I wasn’t invited to dine with them and he ordered that I go to my room. I complied.
As I was sitting in my room I could hear uncle and auntie arguing softly about why was I not invited to family dinner. It’s okay. I had already eaten before I got home. Afterwards things went silent. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and opening the door. It was cousin Juliet. Her cheerful character and smile were absent as she walks closer. She hugs me. I found it difficult to smile knowing my conscience was heavy. Auntie came in and apologised on behalf of uncle. She sat down next to me on the bed and asked me that nerve wrecking question, “What’s the matter?” I failed to give her a reasonable answer and replied “Nothing.” She held me closer to her and offered me leftovers but I politely refused. She looked heartbroken. I couldn’t tell if she was sad for me or if I broke her heart. Either way, I just wanted her to not worry about me. She left the room and retired to bed. I wasn’t in a talking mood and Juliet kept silent for a while. We watched TV together but I couldn’t enjoy it with her. Something was on my mind constantly.
Sleeping was the most torturous. I stared into the dark skies, waiting for the sunrise. Juliet cutely tucked away in bed. This guilty conscience wouldn’t let up. It was as though the world was angry with me. Calling my name in all forms of manner. There was a bad spirit in the air weighing me down. It felt never-ending. My stomach rumbled. As I went downstairs into the kitchen to help myself to some of the leftovers, I could hear faint voices. It shook me to the bones. It felt as though something was watching my every move. I refused to move. The voices got louder and obnoxious. Suddenly there was a black figure at the corner of my eyes. I armed myself with the closest object. The voices got even louder, shouting my name. There were now multiple black figures in the kitchen and they all strobe towards me. As I covered my ears I screamed at the top of my lungs for five whole seconds. And then, I felt sudden relief. Uncle came into the kitchen. He looked at me with his dreary eyes. For the first time, he swore, “What in the fuck is wrong with you?” I looked at him embarrassed, frightened and extorted. He helped me up.
“We’ll talk later today.” He said. I went back to bed frightened.
It’s getting late now. I’ll tell you the rest of this tomorrow.
P.S. Auntie wants to visit me some time soon. (:
Your only daughter,
April 19th 1995
I got a visit from my lawyer today, Mr. Lucas Scott. He’s a good friend of uncle Antonius and quite the serious yet charming guy. He was told the Hamilton family would like to visit me face-to-face. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The Hamilton family wants to see me. They hate me. After what I’ve done to their loved one, I don’t think I could ever face them. I always imagined the expression on their faces. The pain they felt. The emotions they went through. To see them face-to-face… makes me very nervous and uncomfortable. I don’t even think I could ever look them in the eyes. What if they have questions for me? Like… why did I do it? How would I explain to them my thoughts and actions? Would they forgive me for my actions? Do I deserve their forgiveness?
Forgiveness. Do…the Celestials forgive? In fact, do they even exist at all?
I’ll save that for another day.
It was great to see Lucas again. He cheers me up every time. He has a great smile and a good sense of humour — only on his off days. Him and uncle used to crack humourless jokes that I’m too young to discern. Grown up jokes.
So I’ll be seeing the Hamilton family on May 1st at 11 in the morning. I just hope that I can hold it together.
All I can think about is the types of questions that they’ll be asking. What would my response be?
I ‘ve got time to compose myself, although being honest is the key. I can’t lie to them. I don’t want to present myself as a heartless being — although they may think otherwise. But I have to show that I’m sorry. This is making me anxious. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep well tonight. My brain is in a ‘hyper drive’ mode… I need to stop over analysing this and relax. Maybe tomorrow I’ll just focus on meditating together with Anastasia. She’ll probably give me some advice. I don’t know how useful she’ll be. She’s not quite level headed at the moment…
Nor am I.
I’m going to try and get some rest.
Your only daughter,
April 18th 1995
Sorry I didn’t get to write to you yesterday. We had a very tiring day. I signed up to the gym so – thought I’d try and keep fit, although the food here is not the greatest for keeping a healthy diet. I would prefer your cooking or aunt Narell’s. It’s the best, even though she ate out a lot. She’s quite the fancy woman. She taught me proper etiquette. How hold my eating utensils, how to sit at the table, say please and thank you – everything fancy. She always used to engage me in grownup conversation. Talked about how you and her always fought and argued over petty things. It was funny to listen to. I just couldn’t get over her achievements. She seems to have it all; a good husband, a mansion, money and a happy life. And what I really love about her is that she doesn’t look down on others. She always looked after me; fed me, asked how was I doing and she would always give me a big hug. Never did I go to bed hungry… except for one time when I really made uncle angry and he sent me to bed without supper.
So… about the gym –
Anastasia and I signed up to the prison gym. She went for the smaller and less busy one because she wanted to avoid certain people. It’s not the greatest looking gym. It only had 3 treadmills, 2 barbell sets and 4 dumbbell sets. It’ll have to do.
Today was just a ‘normal’ day:
Wake up, exercise, locked in cell, shower, cell, lunch, cell, exercise, cell, evening meal then lockdown. Some inmates spend less time in their cells… either because they have a job in prison or in ‘class’… learning. I should probably make myself useful and apply for a job here. Make a little earning. At least I wouldn’t be stuck in this claustrophobic cell for most of the day. Anastasia thinks otherwise. She’d rather stay in the cell and do nothing. She said because she wants to keep away from trouble. She’s quite the loner. I feel as though everyone just picks her on… or maybe there’s a much bigger problem that she’s not telling me.
My problem? … Not so much.
She seemed reluctant to tell me anything about them and just said that we need to stay close because they are dangerous. She mentioned that a couple of months ago one of the gang members brutally beat up another inmate which then turned into a brawl between everyone else. Anastasia herself almost got beat up just for being there. In fact she almost got “shanked” she said. Shanked? I’m learning the prison lingua. Aside from that, imagine if a fight broke out and I’m in the middle of it, what would happen to me? Such a scary thought. That could happen at anytime.
I just want all this to end. End soon. End quickly.
I wonder if they’ll reduce my sentence for good behavior. I hear that on a rare occasion they’ll reduce your prison sentence.
Anastasia also mentioned to me that every 4 weeks I am (or we the inmates) are allowed two 1-hour visits. I wonder who will visit me, Aunt Narell and cousin Juliet, my dull-witted, narcissistic cousin Janet or cousins Dominic and Augustus? I don’t think uncle would ever want to see me again. He’ll probably have a heart attack. Bless him. I don’t really hate him. I should probably call them some time just to hear from them again.
Anyway, I probably said enough for the night.
Your only daughter,
April 16th 1995
I had an insightful day today. Anastasia gave me a lecture of the prison and the other inmates. She’s been here for a few months out of 20 years. Yes, 20 years! 20 years for murder! Why did she get a shorter sentence than I did? She murdered her parents. 2 people! I only murdered 1 person and I get 35 years. This justice system or whatever it is… it’s fucked up.
Anyway, we talked. Had a very long conversation. Talked about our lives before being incarcerated. She had a very interesting and fun life. She had everything she ever wanted, parents that cared about her, a good house, wealth, a good education, decent friends… all that… gone. I wonder where it’s all gone to now. I looked at her and asked “do you even care at all?” She looked at me and didn’t say anything. It was probably a stupid question.
We both shared dreams of living the highlife, travelling the world, partying and having big families and many friends. She talked about how she wishes she had the power to travel back in time and undo her errors. What if life was that easy? What if we all had an undo button or switch to undo our errors? Our mistakes? Imagine, walking along the road and seeing someone going in reverse? Undoing their mistakes. That’d be crazy. If we could go back in time, I would go back to the day before you were alive. And maybe I could prevent that tragic event. That’d be cool. I would be psychic. Predict the future. Maybe time travel is not possible. Perhaps the world would collapse into itself. I’m not a scientist so I wouldn’t know what would happen. But many of us just want to keep searching for answers to believe.
Believe? There are many things I find hard to believe, like the Empress Alexis. What did she do that was so great? Yes she found new land but she slaughtered hundreds of thousands of innocent lives in her wake; and we call her “Goddess of Imperia”. Why, because she restored order in Imperia? Made new laws to live by? Made us believe that we, our race, are far more superior to others? As far as I can tell, I’m a living creature living on this planet. Much like everything else. Fuck, why would any of this matter? The world will keep spinning until… (I bring forth destruction and despair!)…
Oh no! Not again…
I had somewhat of a good life. After I woke up from my coma I saw aunt Narell sitting beside my bed with a big smile. Kinda reminds me of yours. The most beautiful smile I could ever imagine. She is very happy and doing well. I didn’t get on very well with my uncle-in-law, Antonius. He did his very best to keep me in good company, but he hated me. He thought I was a bad influence on my own cousins. Cousin Juliet would disagree. She was quite the happy girl, always calling my name whenever she needed something and had a cheeky little smile whenever she was up to no good. Of all honesty, I’d always appreciate uncle Antonius’ efforts; getting me into school – private school, allowing me a place to stay in his own home and putting up with my bad behavior. I was such a rebellious child towards him. I yelled at him to prove my case and I nearly put my hands on him. But there was no way I would be able to put up a fight with him. He… was… huge. Aunt Narell always stood up for me whenever he tried to throw me out of the house. I nearly destroyed their marriage and tore apart the entire family. I guess I had my time of prosperity with them. I wonder if they’ll ever visit me. I would love to see them again; hear their voices.
I miss them.
I’m going to sleep now; I assume it’s getting late now.
I’ll talk to you again tomorrow.
Your only daughter,
April 15th 1995
Another day in this depressing place I would never want to call home. But it is now.
I had a friendly conversation with Anastasia. I thought I’d give her another chance in conversation. She opened up a bit. Told me about her life before she got sentenced. She had somewhat of a decent life. Everything a child could ask for until her she drains every last particle of their earnings. She told me how she was a privileged girl, with a spoiled attitude. I guess her attitude got her to where she is now. Can you believe she murdered her own parents? I would never ever think about murdering my own family. People I love and care about. I guess taking another life, even if it’s someone you really hate doesn’t make any difference. Sin is sin. No matter how big or how small…
Anastasia said she lost her mind. It happened so quickly. When she pulled that trigger on both her mother and father, she said it was like as if she had fallen asleep for a brief moment only to wake up and find them both dead.
Kind of reminds me of how I murdered Camila. Oh I just hate that name. She did so many bad things to me. Bullied me, cussed me until something deep within me raged a mighty rage. I will never forget that day when I had her kidnapped with the help from some accomplices. Took her deep within the forest at night and stared her in the eyes. Her eyes filled with fright with tears streaming down her face, enough to fill a lake. She screamed until her throat was soar. Her cries for help and repentance were the last things I heard from her,… before I … dismembered her.
Just like Anastasia, it… happened so quickly. It felt like my body was overtaken by some malicious entity.
I wonder if Anastasia is or was controlled by this thing. What if we’re both innocent? What if we were framed for such acts? Maybe I’m just thinking too much. They won’t believe us.
Anastasia and I are friends now. We’ll watch each other’s back in this place if anything goes down (If I deem her worthy)…
Oh no… I didn’t write that… I can’t erase it…
For a split moment the world just warped and distorted around me. It’s like I just left reality and came back….
Love you mother xxx
Your only daughter,
April 14th 1995
Hello Mother, it’s me again.
I don’t know if I told you but I’m going to be here for a very long time. 35 years to be precise. That’s almost half my life gone. I’m only 15… and no I didn’t get to celebrate my birthday 2 days ago. They wouldn’t allow it.
But I digress.
35 years is a very long time. Behind bars, in a 6 by 8 feet cold, smelly and decaying cell. The walls are discoloured and there is very little light with only a small window letting little light through. How could anyone live in these conditions? I guess criminals like me.
Luckily for me I’m not alone. I’m sharing a cell with another girl. She seems very reserved and holds only the shortest conversations. Her name in Anastasia. She seems withdrawn from reality, much like myself. She barely makes eye contact and doesn’t seem to engage in conversation. As if I am going to hurt her. But I wouldn’t – if my other half refrain from so.
My other half? I don’t know who she is, if it is a she. She’s a malignant force that I cannot fathom. Unless she reveals her intentions…
I’ll be fine mother.
I know I’m not a religious person, but I pray to the High Celestials that they’ll watch over me. Guide me.
I love you with all of my heart.
Your only daughter,
April 13th 1995
Hello Mother, it’s me. How are you, ever?
I wish I could talk to you again. Not in spirit, but face to face. I’ve always wondered if you are watching me. Every step I take and the things I do. It’s not my faut fault that I am here. I know if you were still here, you’d be devastated. Maybe things would be different.
I’d be the lovely girl you wanted me to be. Maybe I still am.
Things have changed for me… I don’t know if I’ll be the same. I have no control over my anger. My actions. My words. But no one believes me.
I feel like I’m going crazy. Someone keeps talking to me. I see [t]he[r] shadowy figure frequently. OR maybe my mind is playing tricks on me?
I’m so sorry mother.
That I’ve let you down. I’ve let myself down.
I love you.
Your only daughter,
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