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When I was six, my older sister shoved me down a hill into a pile of broken glass because I could play the violin better than she could. The glass caused severe lacerations on my face and I also broke my arm.

I've always told people that the scars on my face were because of an "accident", but in reality the only accidental part about it was that my sister wasn't expecting the broken beer bottles to be there.

Re: [locked]

Date: 2011-08-23 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com
There's a part of us that will always be connected to our parents, even if we don't want to be.

You felt remorse, when you killed. He didn't. That makes you different. I think I cling to my guilt because it does separate me from my father.

Re: [locked]

Date: 2011-08-23 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com
Do you think there's still... a link?

There's a difference though. I never felt bad about any of the men I had to kill, because they were a threat to others. It's the innocent lives I still mourn.
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