Secrets she kept locked inside. turned her stomach and took her for a ride. lost she felt and hopelessly alone. she knew she couldn't tell anyone cause she heard it in your tone. you told her it was just a game. secrets she held the stories all mixed up. journal's she kept but buried under the stairs. she started creating images inside her head, so violent her mother started to worry. nightmares over and over again all of them gory and filled with blood. people thought she was crazy and she couldn't explain. so she had to see therapists over and over again. the little girl spoke a word she did not. no one would know what happened unless they looked under the stairs. older she became and the more violent she was. she tore things up and she loved the feeling of holding a knife. blood became a interest to her, she loved the way it felt to get cut and all the pain it took to heal the wounds. she loved the taste and feel and the color of the blood. one day she came to find that her mind was very twisted all because she held these thoughts and these secrets. she knew she was destined to be a killer a mind twister. she couldn't bare the thought of that so she took her own life. days later her mother found her body under the stairs, she called the police and they took her body away. the mother found the journals and read on and on she did until she became sick. her face became pale and a light shade of blue. she knew her daughter was a very violent child but only if she had known why. the mother lost her baby her child her only one, knowing it was all the secrets when the whole time she was hoping there was none.
