I asked the man who I thought had been my father. ''I could have, but no one can prove it. I have put up with raising a child that isn`t mine. So, I might or might not have given you something to make you sick. I only took you to the doctors because you wouldn`t shut up! I felt like just felt like killing you with my own two hands, but I knew if I did that there would be a possibility that I would be caught. So I knew to get you to shut up I had to bring you here. Although they haven't found what is wrong with you yet. They still think it`s a mystery...'' He said. I just looked at him, not believing what he was saying. ''Why couldn`t I just go and live with Tom? Why do you have to kill me?'' I asked that man sitting in front of me. Who was this man? He was completely different from the man that I had grown up with. ''Because, you are the result of something that happened when that woman was married to me, and yet you are not mine.''

"Why, what happened Dad...I mean!" she didn't know what to call him "What is your real name?" "I can't tell you that or else you might escape from me!" "Why..! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME!" I screamed I pressed the button near me in case I needed a nurse, but it wasn't blinking red like it usually did when a nurse was coming, I look at the wall where it was plugged into the power point, it was unplugged the bastard had unplugged it. He turned the lock on the door, and laughed an evil laugh. "Did you really think you could escape me?" "You wouldn't kill me here, in a public place?..Would you?" "I do what I want when I want!" he produced about half a metre of rope, he played around with it while I lifted my hands to neck so he couldn't get to it. "That's not going to help sweetheart!" he threw the rope around my hands and neck. As I screamed for help he laughed. He was struggling with me and I was struggling to stay alive, all while I was thinking why would he try to kill me like this, please, please walk in someone. Take him away out of my life now!

Carmen burst into the room at that moment, she had heard my strangled screams as I called out for help. ''Dad! What are you doing to Olive?'' She asked and tried to pull him off me. It wasn't working, no matter how she tried she couldn't pull him off of me, everything was going faint... it was like I was looking down a long, dark tunnel at these people. ''She`s not your sister! She`s that bastard Tom`s!'' He yelled, Carmen stopped for a moment. ''How can she be? She has lived with us ever since I can remember! I even remember Mum being preg...'' She stopped what she was saying. She was still trying to get her father of me but not as fiercely as what she had been. '' Are you meaning to tell me that she is the result of an affair?'' Carmen asked. ''That`s exactly what I`m saying!'' Carmen stopped altogether. It was getting ever darker as he continues to force the rope on my neck, cutting off my air supply. My body went limp and he thought that I was dead, I was only unconscious... but close to death. My heart was only beating faintly.

The next thing I saw as I drifted in and out of consciousness was the sign above a door that said INTENSIVE CARE. A nurse had found me half hanging out of my bed, my 'father' had taken off and look like I had fallen out of bed, he tangled a cord around my neck from one of the many machines hooked onto me and made it look like I had strangled myself. After I had gotten better, I was told to begin counselling sessions, the first one did not help, the shrinks name was Tom. All we talked about was feelings. The only thing I could remember about my 'dad' was he had a tattoo on his wrist that I had never seen before. I was not sure what it said.

During one of the sessions I was looking out the window. I didn't want to be here. I had nothing wrong with me except the fact I was slowly dying from the poison I had been given.

As soon as I got back to the hospital I got out my Apple Mac, and research some unfindable poisons. I came across a poison called Aconite, it was odourless and tasteless. I remembered 'Dad', Carmen and I had tea everyone morning at a little cafe called Denise's, and he could have easily slipped it into my drink, or better for him. His friend Denise, who owned Denise's (If you worked that out ;)) could have done it! Just like her, everyone is town knew she had a major thing for my 'dad'. It would have been the perfect way to impress my 'dad'!

Yet, it could also have happened when we were at home too. He could have easily slipped it into my food one day... but who knows? Because I certainly don't.

I looked out of the window for what seemed like the millionth time since I have been in the hospital. The sky was clear and bright. No signs of clouds to block out the warmth of the sun. Looking out of the window made me want to run around on the lush green grass that just sat there, as if it were teasing me because my legs would not work. I missed the feel of grass on my bare feet. I wanted to walk again do everything I used to do... At least before the poison sucked away my life, and my body became empty. I missed my friends, but they were so far away because when I was going to have my surgery I had to be transferred to another where they had a doctor that did the kind of surgery I needed. I was still at the hospital so far away from home even though I could no longer have the surgery. It was a horrible feeling, knowing that you had no one to talk to, no one you could actually go back home to.

I was alone in life. I don't even know if Tom, my real father knew I existed. I wanted to see him and tell him. I hadn't seen him in years. Back then I didn't know anything. Back then I was six years old. It had been seven years since that last time I had gone to visit my mother when she was still alive and at the time living with Tom.

Dad and Carmen always had a hate for Mum and Tom, because Mum left with Tom. But I didn't always have a hate for Tom, I at times when I just thought he was Mum's long lost brother or something, he seemed like a father figure. I remember he acted as Mum's friend he would baby sit Carmen and I while Mum and 'Dad' went out and had dinner or went to the movies. He was funny and he used to call me Ollie no one else called me Ollie, a pet name from my Dad.

While I was thinking this I also felt like I loved him.

I needed to find him and find out if he knew I was his daughter. I needed to know before I died. As I was thinking of this, I remembered the events of the last time I had stayed there. I had been the only one. Carmen hadn't wanted to go so I went to see mum and Tom by myself. The man who I had believed was my father hadn't went out with mum that time like he normally would have. He and Carmen who at the time was eight had both stayed behind. I remember that mum had gone out to get some groceries... and had never returned. That was the last time I had seen my mother. Tom rang the police after twenty-four hours, he was panicking that something had happened to her. And it had. The police hadn't found anything too drastic except for some of her blood that was on the ground in a deserted alley way. That was the only clue that something had happened to her. The police couldn't find anything other than a blood pool, no clues as to who had killed her, but they said there had been two people who had done it. They never found out who, but there was two sets of footprints. One small set and a big set, belonging to an eight year old girl and a man who was thirty-two at the time. To the police they were known as Murderer Mac and The Lipstick Killer... but to me they were known as Tony Carney and Carmen Carney.

I can't believe I had remembered what had happened to Mum, then a queer thing came over Me. I rang my best friend Ronnie to talk to her. I needed someone. "Hello..." Ronnie answered the phone. "Hi Ron, it's Olive!" "OLIVE! I'm so glad to hear from you, how are you?" she asked "Um not good actually see well I..." someone had pulled the telephone plug out of the wall, I dared to turn around. "Well, well, well. Olive..." the voice echoed.

Slowly I turned my head and saw Carmen. Carmen, the one who had helped kill our mother. ''Little Olive... I though you would have died by now, but I hadn`t heard anything from Dad or the doctors, so I came to see my dear little sister. How are you little Olive?'' She asked in a sarcastic tone. I didn't want to answer, my voice would croak if I tried to speak. It felt as if I had a lump stuck in my throat making it impossible to talk. ''I asked you a question! Answer me... Little Olive.''