Sorry this chapter took so long, my niece was born a week early and I decided to stay in the hospital with me sister (And FYI my sister is not a teen mom, believe it or not, people ask me that since I'm so young)

"What's her name?" A young blonde nurse asked as he handed the new mother her baby girl, swaddled in a pink blanket.

"Skylar, Skylar Renée Jones." The new mother announced as she smiled down at her little baby.

"Where's the father, if you don't mind me asking?" The nurse asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Well he was too busy at work to answer my phone calls." The young mother answered.

"I'm sorry to here that Renee, hopefully he'll come around." The nurse said before she left the room.

Renee Clark never got what she wanted. Her father left her mother when she was two days old, leaving her mother to raise six kids by herself. Then at the age of three she was separated from her family. A year later Renee, and her thirteen-year-old sister Rachel, were put in the same foster home. Two years after that Rachel ran away from their foster home, because their foster dad raped her. Finally, Renee had enough, at the age of fifteen she ran away and stayed at her best friends house. She finish high school, and graduated from college as a chef. Now here she was, twenty-three, with a baby girl, alone. And the reason why, is because she slept with married man.

"Sorry I'm late." A deep masculine voice greeted, clad in a snobby rich mad suit.

"Oh it's no big deal, I just was in the labor for 18 hours, all by myself." Renee replied sarcastically.

"I had things to do." He added as he took a seat in the nearest chair to the bed.

"More important that seeing your first child born, Marco you know how bad I want a family." Renee cried.

"Look, I'm sorry." Marco apologized as he gazed at his black berry.

"Your full of shit." Renee spat.

"You know, I have to go back to work, so I'll come and see you later." Marco replied and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Her name is Skylar." Renee mumbled as Marco made it to the door.

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"Skylar you four years old now and I think I should tell you how your daddy and I got together." My mommy said to me as she brushed my shoulder length, soft, silky, brown hair.

"How mommy?" I asked as I comb my American Girl doll's hair, who looked just like me.

"When daddy and I met, he was married, but I didn't know. When I got pregnant with you, daddy promised me we would get married." Mommy said.

"You guys did, nana told me I was there too, but I was a baby so I couldn't remember."

"Oh we did, but I had to get rid of that wife of his."

"How did you do that mommy?" I asked.

"I gave her some medicine that would make her go to sleep forever."

"Like Sleeping Beauty?"

"Yea, then your daddy realized I was his princess, so we got married and moved into this big mansion."

"Wow mommy, I didn't know you were a princess."

"Skylar what I want you to learn is, you're a princess too, so you get what you want no matter what you have to do…"

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People always told me, I was very mature for a toddler, and that was true, I stop saying 'mommy' at four a half, started reading and writing when I was almost five, and I didn't write and read like toddlers my age, I was reading chapter books and writing in cursive. And I was very aggressive and intimidating.

It was a the day after my fifth birthday. As any other birthday I got what I wanted, excepted my kitten. My mother got me a dog, and I hate dogs, they are stupid, ugly, and smelly. I observed myself in the mirror. Shoulder length dark brown hair, which was currently in pig tails, light brown eyes which were covered by pink glassed, a white leotard, and pink tutu and ballet slipper

"You are an ugly dog you know!" I said fatly to my all white poodle (I don't know a lot of dog breeds because I'm a cat person.)

The dog looked at me.

"Come on Ugly, were going into the garden." Informed as I hauled Ugly out of my room. I told my mother and daddy that her name was Peaches, but when we were alone it was Ugly. The dog was obedient and allowed me to take her to the garden, once there I took her to my hiding spot.

"You know, if you weren't in my way of getting what I want, I'd let you free, but daddy won't buy me my kitty unless your out the way." I announced as I opened a can of dog food.

"So basically, I'm going to poison you, I stole some liquor from mother's dresser, cigarettes, hydro choleric acid, chocolates, and crunched up chicken bones." I continued while I held out a plastic bag filled with my secret ingredients.

The dog yawned at me then sat down.

"Oh can't forget my gloves." I reminded my self as I slipped my hands through the purple latex gloves. I started to mixed the poison with the dog food, once done I poured it on the ground. She sniffed it, then started growling.

"I had a feeling you would do that." I responded as I took out a needle.

"I don't know what this is, but I sure it will kill you." I whispered as I injected the fluid inside the dog.

"When I come back, I hope your dead." I beamed as skipped off making sure to take all the evidence with me, before I left for ballet, I would burn it in my parents fireplace.

"Oh daddy, I loved her so much." I whimpered as my father placed me in the bed, I was a pretty good actor since I started at the age of two.

"I know sweat heart, I'll make sure I find out who did this." My father replied as he pulled me close.

I sighed as I laid my head on his chess, I did, only a little, regret it, but I had to do what I had to do.

"Daddy, I don't want to find out who did it, I'd be sad forever, and I just want ug-Peaches to rest in peace." I mumbled.

"Are you sure sweet heart?" My father asked.

I nodded my head.

"You're a big girl Sky, and for being very brave, I got you this." My father said as he revealed a small kitten all white, with blue eyes.

"OH DADDY!" I shouted as I scooped up the kitten.

"I'm glad that your happy." My father responded with a smile.

"I love you daddy," I said then gave him a kiss on the cheek, "What is it?"

"A boy."

"I'm going to call him… Prince." I revealed and pulled him close

"That's a nice name, but its time for you to go to sleep." My father revealed as I laid down.

"Night daddy." I said with a yawn as he tucked me in.

"Night Princess." He said then gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Once my father left I began talking to Prince.

"I get what ever I want." I beamed and kissed him on the nose.

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One thing I most defiantly did not want was a younger sibling. But here I was. Ten-years-old with a little sister and brother. Twins. They were my mother's pride and joy, and I hated it. My mother was the most important thing to me, but she just had to go have two more babies. The night they were three weeks old I snuck into their room.

"Hello there, Marco Junior and Rain, I'm your big sister, Skylar, and guess what, I'm mother and father's only child." I informed as I carelessly slide my hand down Marco's face, which were currently covered with a glove. Marco made stupid baby noises

What are you deciding to do Skylar dear?

Since I turned ten a voice has been in my head, helping me get what I want, I called her Veronica. I heard my nana talking to a doctor about paranoia, she believes it since my grandmother on my father side had it, I will too. But Veronica wasn't bad, she was there to help me.

"Oh Veronica, I believe I will suffocate them, starting with the eldest, Marco Carver Jones the second." I replied as I put a pillow over his face and laughed when I heard him struggle. It felt good to have power over something, I was in control, and right now, his fate was death, along with his sister. Two minutes later he stopped moving and I knew he was dead, I did the same with Rain.

Good job Skylar, I've never been so proud

I smiled and looked at my work.

I had a good alibi, I was spending the night at my nana's which was a good thirty minutes away. And the stupid police said the cause of death was an incident. I played my depressed miserable ex-sister act, which made all the adults pay attention to me. The next week the brats were buried and I got even more attention. Also I over heard my parents conversation about one was enough. I will always get what I want

Oh Skylar, lets go have some fun with the neighbors dog.

I smiled, Veronica was my best friend.

I sat in the rocking chair in my nana's room dressed in the same white gown I wore when I killed the brats. Every night that I stayed the night, nana would bake me cookies, but why after ten years (she's 11 now) she forgot. You know why she forgot, because she was paying to much attention to that damn cousin of mine, if I saw her more often I would poison her. I rocked backed and forth and hummed the sung she always sung to me. I then took a big gulp liquor I stole from my mother. She was currently on an oxygen tank so I was planning on disabling it. I got out the chair but soon heard foot steps. My heart skipped a beat, the only place to hide was under the bed, so I did. It was the butler, who was caring my grandmother's water, so if she got dehydrated at night she could take a sip. I smirked evilly. I cautiously lifted up the rug up, which made the butler trip and spill the water all over the tank. I heard sparks and saw them flying, I tried my best to contain my laughter, my nana was screaming and cursing, and the butler was panicking, I crawled from under the bed and acted like I was innocent.

I began to fake cry as I saw my nana's body lifeless in her bed.

"You killed my Nana." I cried.

"No I didn't kid, it was a ac-"

"I'm calling the police!" I shouted before I left the room before he could stop me, I just ruin someone's life, never been happier!

It took a month for the trial to decide Morris fate. I was the star witness, I told the jury I was sleeping in the bed with my nana because I heard strange noises, I hid under the bed because I heard foot steps. Once Morris entered the room I watched him pour water on the tank. Also what I didn't know is that nana had him in her will, which everyone believed was his motive. Life in prison. I knew then, I could get away with anything.

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I laid in a hospital bed crying my eyes out, I never meant to do what I did, It was all Veronica's fault.

Mommy had hit me and I got mad, I spent the whole day in my room, until daddy left for work and mommy was asleep. Veronica told me she was a bad person for hitting me. She told me she stood in my way of becoming powerful. I walked into mommy's room a tipped toed over to daddy's ash tray and took out a cigarette, I then walked over to the trash can and 'accidentally' spilled mommy's liquor into it. I then lit the cigarette and dropped it into the trash can. Faster than the speed of light I was under the bed and marveled at the scene, the fire was strong and set of the fire alarm. I was thirteen now and knew my mother used drugs to put herself to sleep so I knew it would be a while for her to wake up. The curtains caught on fire, then the flowers, within three minutes half the room was on fire. I gawked at the fire and began to cry, I suddenly remembered what I was doing. I crawled from under the bed as fast as I could, blinded by my tears, I shook my mom violently.

"Mommy wake up!" I shrieked.

She didn't wake up, I heard sirens, our security system went off when there was a fire.

"Momma, wake up now!" I demanded with harder tears. It was useless either the drugs killed her or she was knocked out. I held my mom tight and cried into her chest. I then decided I was going to die there with my mom. I slowly closed my eyes and counted, there was only one place I was going.

What do you think your doing!?

"LEAVE ME ALONE, I HATE YOU, YOU MADE ME KILL MY MOMMY! NOW I"M GOING TO GO WITH HER!" I screamed.

NO YOU DON'T I OWN YOU!

Next thing I knew my hand was touching the fire, but I couldn't move my hand, it was like I was being controlled.

You will never disobey me again girl.

"Veronica, please." I pleaded, she soon let me gain control over my body.

"What's going on? Skylar, what's happing?" My mom panicked as she observed the scene, she soon then swooped me up.

"Sky, I need you to climb out that window." She said calmly as she set me down.

"Yes mommy." I whimpered as I opened the window.

"I love you Skylar, and we're going to make it out of this." My mother said with her soft smile.

"I love you to momma." I replied as I stepped out the window.

My mother walked over to the window, but when she was one step away the floor collapsed as well as her.

"MOMMA!" I screeched as what just happened replayed through me head. I heard a big crash. Tears rain down my face as I tried to enter the room again, but slipped and fell….

"DADDY DADDY DADDY!" I screamed while kicking my legs.

Soon a bunch of doctors and nurses entered the room.

"Calm down sweetie." A nurse cooed as she comb my hair with her soft fingers.

"NO! I JUST WANT MY MUM!" I cried.

"Sweat heart, I sorry I'm the one to tell you but your mother died." The doctor informed.

My heart dropped, "No, your lying, my mommy is just asleep."

"Your dad will be here tomorrow, he went out of state, but your aunt will be here soon."

"I HATER HER. I HATE MY DAD, I WANT MY MOM, I HATE VERONICA, I HATE HER." I screamed with more tears.

"Nurse we need to put her to sleep." The doctor whispered, but I heard loud and clear. Within five minutes I was asleep.

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I looked in the mirror of my 18-year-old self, I was truly ugly, inside and out. What happened to me. I always hated my father for resetting my memory, I barley remembered my mommy and nana, and it wasn't fair. I couldn't remember what happen with Harper and Emma . I had to get away, I could never come back.

NO YOU DON'T

"You have no more control over me Veronica." I spat as I continued to run through the forest.

AH! I see you remembered my name, but no, I'm in charge, and I love power, and so do you.

"Nothing you do will persuaded me into killing someone else, you made me kill my mommy, and once out of state, you getting out of my head."

I'll make a deal with you, you kill Bulma you can have you mind back….

"No, I not that kind of person… anymore." I objected as I made it to the river.

Well I tried…

"What do you me-" I was cut off when I was in the water, I struggled to get back to surface, but what ever was controlling me was to strong. I stopped struggling, I deserved to die. I began to count, and on eight I was back on surface.

So Skylar Jones, WHO ARE WE GOING TO KILL

"Bulma and her friends." I snickered, I looked into the river, my eyes were black now. A part of me knew it was wrong, but I couldn't go back, I was on the dark side and I needed to kill

Thought so!

This story had me kind of teary eyed but anyways I have to hit the sack I have to baby-sit my niece.

Fyi: Tell me in 15 words ore less what is Skylar… :D