I screamed words of harshness at him, as he told me what he had done. He invaided my privacy for the last time. He had always beat me. It was very bad, he would leave black eyes and bloody ribs. He came to me as i quivered in my cornor.
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Dissapearing Heros
Aug-8-2002 I don’t know why I am writing this. I will never remember it anyway, and this paper will be lost in time. This is my only way, no, my only hope to keep my story alive. My name is Sarah Carsiment. My family and I moved from New York to this boring little suburban… Continue reading Dissapearing Heros