They said my mother had framed her own child. It was all over the national news. A night worker turned killer, blaming her own daughter for a double homicide she committed. They called her a monster, the most vile woman alive, a mother who should never have been allowed to give birth.
In that part, I agreed. She should never have had me. She and my father were too young, too reckless, still half children themselves. They were not ready. They were not smart.
My mother told them I did it, her own child. She never tried to defend me, never even thanked me for saving her life. Jail would not give her the pills she loved so much, would it? She could not go there. She would rather die than live without her drugs... But nobody believed her. Even covered in blood, I was too small, too fragile for anyone to think it was true. There was no world where a little girl could have killed two grown men.
