There is a time that comes in every single person’s life, no one is immune from it, that you see someone you love as the worst being on the face of the planet. It happens to all of us, it does not last long, but it does happen. None of us want this to happen, who wants to hate someone they love so dearly? At this moment in time, after what Jackson did, after I tell you what he did, you will understand how I had this feeling.
It all happened so fast, to be honest. There was no time for any of us to respond to what he thought was the right thing to do. Telling the story now, even as dead as I am, my heart still hurts from that moment. More than how horrible I felt when I found out my mom hit a child with a car, killed him, and left the scene. It is the worst I have ever felt. Jackson made a decision and performed an action, he was scared, and he acted out, it was a mistake, but he did not see it as that in the heat of the mo
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PART 1Do a dead girl a favor would you?This is for your own safety, so I suppose you would be doing the both of us a service. Sit where you are, turn off all your coma inducing electronics, and exist in the silence. This will not take long, honest. I do understand the number of withdrawals you will have to fight off without your precious Twitter or Facebook, I understand. Fight those demons as they come but you need to be very attentive during this much appreciated moment of silence.If at any point during this exercise you notice a rhythmic or repeated sound occurring repeatedly, stop reading immediately and get out of your house. I know, it is your home, this wooden castle is what you work sixty hours a week to afford but this is a warning from a victim.The noise is how it starts.This is my story.When I was sixteen, I began to experience