User:GirlNextDoor93

Today was the day that I turned thirteen. Today was also the thirteenth annversary of my mothers death. Now I know your probably thinking "How sad, your mother died giving birth to you." For the longest time I believed that too.

Up until a month ago my life was normal. My father raised me in a small town and I was a pretty good kid. One night I went in to the attic. I was looking for for a box of old photos that my dad wanted to show me. While I was up there I rumaging threw all the boxes. In one box were a few photos so I decided to look threw it. At the bottom of the box was an envelope with my name on it.

I held the old envelope in my hands for the longest time just stairing at the letters spelling my name in the pretiest cursive I've ever seen. Something inside me wouldnt let me tear open this envelope. It was beautifully kept hidden away. On the back it read "Happy Birthday." Suddenly it dawned on me that I should read this special birthday letter on my birthday, which was in a few weeks.

For some reason I felt the need to hide this from my father. He has no idea that I'm sitting here in my dark room waiting to open this letter. A letter that has tormented me all month. Slowly I begin to tear the envelope open ever so carefully. The paper inside has a rough texture to it, and i am careful to pull it out of the envelope. Soon enough I'm unfolding the paper ready to read a letter that I'm not even sure who it's from.

To my prescious little girl,

'''I don't when or if you will ever find this letter. I hope when you do you wait til your birthday to finally read it. If your anything like me it will torture you to wait, but I hope you do. Well happy birthday. I wish so much that I could be there with you celebrating. I miss you so much and I haven't really met you. Before I tell you anything you must know how much I love you. You will go your whole life without knowing me, but know that I will watch over you forever. '''

'''I don't have much time to write. So I must tell you everything. No matter what anyone says my death was not a accident. This may trouble you depending on what you have been told. It may sound crazy, but I will be or I was murdered. They couldn't have me raise you knowing my intentions were to run off with you. I never wanted this life for you. All I ever wanted was for you to be safe, I obviously couldn't fulfil that obligation as a mother. For that I am terribly sorry. '''

'''For years my family have been nothing but mere objects to these men, the same men that murdered me. They used us for our gifts. My gift is sight, yours my daughter is night. I wish I could tell you the whole story, but I'm afraid they are coming for me. I disobeyed these men and I feel in love with a normal and amzing man. This man is your father. The man you are living with, the man you have come to know as your father is not him! '''

'''Please be safe. Dont ever let him know that you know the truth. I hope one day you can escape without losing your life. My hopes are not what I see. He is standng behind you, he knows that you know. Goodbye my daughter. Happy 13th Birthday.'''

Love your mommy

A thin sharp blade slid across my throat quickly. I didn't even have time to process what I had read. On my thirteenth birthday, I was dead.