Prelude
My name is Star I’m 38 years old and I am here to tell you, my story. I am they youngest and only daughter of five children. My mother and father were married for almost 25 years, when he lost his life in a tragic event, I will go into details later. My father was an alcoholic and very abusive, toward me and my two youngest brother and our mother worked and took care of us. My older two brothers were just as abusive as my father was to me. Them there were the crowd of kids my brothers keep around; they were more physical then verbal and mental like my brothers were.
Growing up had one best friend her name was Lorraine, and her life was just as bad as mine. I met Lorraine when we were in the 3rd grade and we were playing jump rope on the black top together, if you would of told me then that these two shy girls would have to grow up fast and if they would not start doing something different end up dead because of other people they were around, I would tell you that you are lying because both of us had big dreams growing up, but God had other plans that was for us to fight for our survival and if we made it would be able to stand tall and strong and make a difference in this world and peoples live.
Lorraine and I have been through a lot of things growing up a lot of things that happened to us. When things started finally got to the turning point for us, we knew that things would change and hopefully it will be for the better. But they didn’t they got a hell of a lot worse, and it did not get better for a few years. We did have a few years that were great, but they quickly turned bad again and when they turned bad, I mean bad because then we both realized that we enjoyed doing it we enjoyed making them suffer and do the sick things they did to us we would do to them before we would tie them up torture and start dismembering their bodies. When were done killing the and disposing of their bodies we felt normal at peace and that gave either one of hopefulness that our lives might start becoming better?