Monday, July 11, 2005

   ch3 is ready to be read tell me what u think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

	411 Name: Kitty. Age: 18. Birthday: January 30th. Currently: Texas Education: G.E.D. Currently Reading: American Psycho Email: [Link] Myspace: [Link] Hobbies: Technology, what few friends I have, Reading, and Dancing. Hates: Alot of shit. Mainly fakes. MSN: Atheist_Kitten@hotmail.com AIM: My Bloodydeath13 & Tehvampirekitty Links Backroom Guestbook Add Message Portfolio King Char-Char [Charles] Randy Music Currently Playing: Ein Lied By: Rammstein Credits Aethereality.net Index Stock.com Hybrid-Genesis.com			Intro February 16th 2008 So I figured I would use an already made layout. I just don't have time right now to make it myself. Other wise I so would have. Plus it's pretty. Anywayz. Please sign my guestbook if you stop by for the first time. Even though I have a few rules. They are below. I don't know how often I will update. I will try for everyday, but considering school and the fact I am actually reading a book, I may not be able too. Have a nice day. Peace. Kitty Rules Sign more than 1 fucking line in my guestbook. Visit me and I will visit you. Don't fuck with me. Last but not least, if you hate me, don't tell me you do. I don't really care if you do. Post CHAPTER 3 He looked at her as she sat on the floor with her hands on her ears. He tried to talk but she would not listen. So he leaned in to hear what she was mumbling on the floor. “Why would they do that? Why did I kill them? They were all the family I had and I killed them. But y was I unhappy with them? They were my family. Or maybe my dream was not a dream. Maybe they did take me from my family and I missed my family. How should I know what to do? She stayed on the floor for a long time and he never tried to get her up. All he did is look around her room. He found some dark poems and a lot of knives with some blood on them. He tried again to talk to her but all that happened is she looked at him angrily but he still said what he had to ask. “Why were u like this in ur childhood? Because there were ur family.” “Because they weren’t my family. They took me from my real family and tried to make me like them. They didn’t love me they just wanted a freak for a draughter.” He looked at her trying to understand but then he just said he knew she loved them. She looked at him like she will make him pay. He just turned around and read her poems. She walked out and put in a cd and started to listen. The cd was rock but it made her forget everything. “Why do u still wear the collar and the leash that u have on in these pictures?” He looked at her with a confusing look. “Because well I don’t really know I have always had the collar and I got the leash as a gift from my sister in the mail.” She looked at him like she was a lost puppy trying to find a home. “You must know something that u remember like where u lived before they took u.” “But I don’t. All I know is my past haunts me. Confuses me and destroys me to where I know nothing but all I know feels like dream that never happened.” Her words made him want to forget what he knew about her from the news paper article he read. “I know some things about u that I want to forget.” “What do u know?” “U were born in Egypt and were a daughter of a pharaoh. U were taken from ur family 3 years ago and u killed the family that took you and is a wanted criminal but they closed the case when they could not get into your room.” “where did u find this out?” “In a news paper article.” “I can’t believe it. I’m wanted.” “Yes.” She stared at herself in the mirror. “Then I will disappear. So I can’t hurt ppl anymore.” “But what does ur mark on your arm say that u were born with.” “Born to kill” “Then u must kill.” “Ok I understand.” “what I don’t get is on that mark there is blood on it. But y do u have to kill?” “Because I was the born Cat demon out of wolf demons. So I was meant to have to kill.” “oh well.” They started to walk out of the house. Then they continued on the road they had been walking on. She stared at her mark that she hides. But never talked. Designed by Aethereality.net

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