I had fallen asleep in the hospital. I am there for my daughter the most beautiful girl alive. I had woke up hearing heavy breathing yet light footsteps to light to be a doctor. I looked there she was KELLY my amazing daughter. She had been in a comma for 5 months I knew it could not be her think I was in a bad dream I went back to sleep. I heard the words mom coming from Kelly's mouth. I knew something had happened I got up mad to at this dream and thought that I had a way to wake up, I got up and threw my daughters life support over the room. It was a dream so there was need for it. I was wrong all I remember was the alarms going off and doctors running in and the sound of the machine telling me my daughter was dead. She was gone forever, never to return.
My ex-husband Mark was in France he rushed home for the wake. I went but the cops were called because I knew that this was not real I dug up that grave still not awake. It was then I was put into a mental hospital were they crazy I was fine just fine! Right? This can not be real. Then it hit me it was real, I was a murder. Of course I had another daughter that ugly girl Jacquie was her name. I treated her fine I just did not speak to her, i would never want to. I don't talk to the ugly girls the one's who deserve nothing. You may think I'm mean i am not, I just like Kelly better.
This all goes back to the day they were born. They were twins born on December 18, 1990. I knew that one was prettier than the other so i gave her a beautiful name. I gave the ugly one the ugly name. I loved them both until that one day that one day they were one week old. We were at home when the pretty one fell i needed to care for her more so i did. I still do, I gave her more time to be with her friends more time to be out. Jacquie could not go out, she was not wanted by any one I felt it. Know that I look at it, it was very mean. I think about it everyday I think about caring for her, but I loved Kelly so much more. So what am I to do. I know it, I will recreate Kelly I will you watch.
This is my life, Maria Patson. My life in a diary I am writing this in a dream. My dream haha my dream in my life, its not true.