| Lets take this from the begining.My name is Latisha, I am all thats left Bernittie's Traveling Circus and Carnival. It was a small little troupe, consisting of most of my extended family,. I wouldn't use the word Gypsy to describe us, but many have. My grandmother was the only one with Rroma blood, or at lest closer to that heritage then the rest of us. I am stuborn as hell, blunt , and normaly to the point, thought I have to admit I can be too sarcastic. My mouth has gotten me into a lot of trouble, more than most people. I have a bad habit of poking fun out of people and situations when ever I am frightened. Not good if you want to stay healthy, but then again I could care less about that. Now I don't have a death wish.. I think, but I do carry a bit of guilt around. You see, everyone else was murdered, everyone but me. |
| I could keep going on this, I could tell you how they tortured my brother, and violated me... I Could tell you how I was powerless to stop them,that I watched in horror as they devowered all of my friends and family. I could tell you the look in my baby brothers eyes as he reached out to touch my hand. Could explain the laughter that accomanied the death screams of my brother as they slaughtered him. He was my greatest joy, he was only 5... I still hear his voice in my dreams, I still see his face..... |
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| I am not sure if there is a heaven or hell, but I know that there is evil in the world. There is no matter of perspective when it comes down to it, taking the life of another person is evil. And the things, those bastards,that came to our camp that night, may not be demons from hell, but they where evil.Because of them, my whole family, includeing my peice of shit father, and my 6 year old baby brother where murdered that night. And all of those stories, all of those things that I had ignored when I was a kid, all turned out to be my worst nightmare. Now, I live life as if I am in a slasher flick, every day, another lie is exposed to me, and my eyes open just a little more to the truth of all of this, and there are days, I just can't take it. |