The mass murder weekly
15 years ago I was in a foster home. One day an American came there to England to adopt one of us. I had big green eyes, a sweet smile, a face filled with joy, and a husky rough voice. I was the unbeatable choice to be taken. The woman had long silky blonde
Hair, small blue eyes, and a peachy sweet smile. Unfortunately I don't live with her any more. She lived in Paris, and one night her
Sister Michelle came to visit. It was a horrible night, because when
my caretaker Cassie went to sleep, she let me watch the news, and I heard something about a Michelle Hawkins on the loose and escaped from Scotland Yard. She was armed with a pistol and
was a murderer. I realized then that Cassie's last name was Hawkins and then I was hit. Michelle had stabbed me in the arm with a kitchen knife. I screamed so loudly that Cassie came running down the stairs. She saw me and screamed so loudly that the neighbors heard her! They called the police and reported the screaming. Cassie died that night. She was shot in the chest and in the back of the neck. She died instantly, and I ended up in a garbage bag and was thrown into the River Thames.