My name is Christina Alice Morelli. I am currently writing this from Forestline Mental Institute. Yes, you read that right. I am indeed in a mental institute. Im here because I inadvertently killed my father. Inadvertently being the key word. But Ill get into that later. I am currently twelve years old. I suppose youre wondering what I look like. Well dont expect blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Thats not me. I have silvery hair and crimson red eyes. My psychologist said it would be helpful for me if I wrote my experiences down, to get them out in the open. You see, after what happened with my father I stopped talking. I never had a mother, she left soon after I was born due to something Ill get into later. After my fathers death I left the house we were in and wandered the streets of our home town, Lazaia. An old man found me about four months later and after some questioning, failed questioning I might add, he took me to Forestline. And my psychologist diagnosed me with PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. And Ive been there since. I havent spoken to my psychologist the entire time. So shes hoping that my writings will make me want to talk. But with my . issues, if I told them they would kill me, or worse. My father was the only one that could protect me but hes gone now. And I can protect myself. I dont need him. I can turn peoples blood cold with my stare, or thats what she said. Im not sure whether I buy that. But now to start remembering what happened .
My mother named me. She wanted me to have a pure name, to combat all of the evil in me. I was a demon to her. I almost killed her during labor. Then the moment she saw my eyes she denied me. I could never have a child like that, she said. My father, on the other hand, opened his heart to me instantly. He protected me from all the stares I got. And I got a lot of stares. Why shouldnt they stare? I looked like a demon. Im not though. I would never hurt anyone purposely. There are other odd things about me but Ill get into that at another time. Its a long story. But I have made a few friends here, that dont stare at me strangely. But then again who would at a place such as this? But thats not important. Im supposed to talk about my family so I shall