This road… This is the road that I have lived on since I was a child… This is the road that I played with other kids on. This is the road that holds all of my memories. All of my memories even the ones that I want to forget. The memory of breaking bones. The memory of my first fist fight. The memory of cracking my head open. And the most recent memory… The memory I would kill to rid of… The memory of my parent's murder and the murder of everybody that lived on this road… Everybody died except me and the one thing that I want the most is to have died with them… To have disappeared with them and not have to deal with this. I walk down this road, farther and farther and I will continue walking until I reach the cliff that ends this road… Then I will fall… As I walk down this road I see all of their bodies lying around me and all of their blood splattered. This is the road where my life started and this is the road where my life will end… This is my road… My road of blood… And there is nobody that will change that… This is my road, stained with the blood of my loved ones… And soon with my own blood...

I was feeling really depressed in class and to make it worse I had to go to the principles because I encouraged one of my friends to beat somebody up or something….. Its kinda embarrassing asking where the principal's office is because the only place I have been in the school office is the councilors office (6 times last year for cutting myself [purposely]) anyways the whole time I was waiting to be seen by the principle all I could think was "It was totally worth it!" Because that B**** deserved what would have come to her (if my friend wasn't caught by the Facebook posts) then when I got home I was locked out of my house! Anyways I feel bad for you if you read this whole author note….. Have a nice day my 3 reader (estimated guess of how many people will read this)

Until next time, my pretties (although there won't be a next time for this story)

~Lexi~ 3