Post by NARCISSA DIANA WEST on Feb 22, 2013 19:24:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ngx4hu.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 220px 220px 0px 0px; border: 0px solid #414141;] narcissa diana west twenty | december 25th, 2007 | female | murder | vanessa hudgens I grew up my entire life believing I was the best. Not the best at anything in particular, just the best. My parents showered me with gifts and love and affection and praise and, to be quite honest, I was a spoiled brat. I did anything I wanted, oblivious to the consequences of my actions, simply letting the blame fall on my parents. And each time they took it, spending more of their money to get me out of trouble. I didn’t even care when they took the blame and got in trouble for my wrongdoings. I didn’t care at all, because I only cared about myself. I was the epitome of a spoiled brat, and I didn’t even mind. I simply batted my eyelashes at my parents and got what I wanted. How could they deny me? I had them wrapped around my finger. It wasn’t even like we had all the money in the world either. We were upper middle class, and my parents got along fine - that is, until I came along. They spent all their money and time on me. I didn’t even start school until six years old because I went to my first day of kindergarten, threw a fit, and they brought me home immediately. I always thought they didn’t mind though, because they never showed it. They went along with every command without so much as blinking, and I loved it. I grew up with them buying anything and everything I could’ve wanted. By the time I was sixteen, we were 20, 000 dollars in debt. But, of course, I didn’t care. I still made them buy me things. All the new technology, the newest fashions, a brand new car. It didn’t matter; if I wanted it, I got it, simple as that. The day I turned twenty, on June 30th, 2007, I became even worse than before. I completely took advantage of my subservient parents, and everything they did was wrong. If they bought me a new phone, it was the wrong kind. If they bought me a new car, it was the wrong color. I always found something to pick at, no matter what they bought, unless I picked it out. On Christmas of that year, they bought me nearly 30 new things - shoes, jewelry, outfits, phone, car. And I destroyed everything, literally. Nothing was right, and I broke everything they bought me - whether it was ripping it to pieces, or throwing it out the window. That was the day that they had enough. I was up in my room, texting a few of my friends, my back to the door. The door opened, and in seconds I felt a large, gloved hand over my mouth, and another at my throat. The hand at my throat squeezed so tightly, and I tried to scream but no sound escaped my mouth. I cried and cried and struggled and kicked and then it was all over. My vision went black and I couldn’t see anything anymore. I was dead. arieee | 16 | almost seven years | pennsylvania, U.S. |
