33 - Selling the lie
Fallon I don’t believe I was a terrible person throughout my life. I’ve done bad things, sure, but I don’t think bad enough to warrant the life God handed me at birth. The life he’s forced me to live ever since. Dumped by my mother and shoved into care home after care home. My brother taking me from that place was a good thing. His dying, no. Him being murdered was the worst moment in my life. That night haunts me to this day. Why did I stupidly agree to meet my friend on that hill? Why did Scott not believe me when I told him who I was meeting? Why did he follow me? The finer details are still a blur, but I do remember Scott yelling at me, a noise behind us, and him pushing me to the ground. He turned around to face whoever was coming towards us, someone I couldn’t see. ‘You’ll ha
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