"WANTED: Ms Abagail Genesis Rowland Abbott, 36, dark, long haired Caucasian, slim. Wanted: for multiple murders and treason - dead or alive. Bounty: $3,000,000. Note – she is extremely dangerous and possibly armed."
That's what I read on the wanted poster messily stapled the faded red letterbox. Well, they'd got a lot wrong. First I was now a peroxide blonde, short haired Caucasian. I was now quite broad shouldered and around six pounds over wait. And there was one huge mistake. Abagail Genesis Rowland Abbott – that was my name. "Was" sounds so definite, so final. Well, I suppose it is.
Today is the day that I kill Abagail Abbott. Today is the day she is no more.
5th October 1972
The rain battered the window of the small hospital room.
A woman writhed in a white hospital bed, exhaling banshees of screams. She pushed. Labour was much worse than she expected. It felt like someone had taken a knife to her vagina and was slowly slicing it open. The screams lasted forever with only the woman and a nurse in navy blue apron there. Finally the woman stopped screaming and a small baby's cry was heard and she knew it was over at last.
"Angie," the nurse said to the panting woman, "it's a girl!" Her strong American accent annoyed the woman, who was from England.
"Can I hold her?"
"Of course," the nurse cradled a slightly bloody small body that she handed into Angie's open arms.
"Abagail,"
"What?" said the nurse, over the baby's screeching.
"That was my sister's name. Abagail, she died in a car crash when she was seven."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said the nurse absent minded.
"Hello Abagail,"
She gurgled as Angie rocked her.
"Abagail after my sister, Genesis is my mother, Rowland was my father's surname and my surname's Abbott. Abagail Genesis Rowland Abbott. A.G.R.A. I like it. Abi. Yes, Abagail, you're such a cutey aren't you?'
Gurgle.
"I'll leave you two alone together," said the nurse as she exited the room quietly
"Wait until you're sister Tilly meets you,"
Gurgle.
"Abagail," and she kissed her on the forehead.