My mommy loved me, I will always believe that. It is not completely her fault that I am where I am today. I was a bad girl, I suppose, that is why my mother did what she did that sent me to this place.

It is not her fault that I won’t grow up. It is not her fault that I will never be able to graduate from high school, go to college, and earn a degree. It is not her fault that I won’t be able to fall in love and get married.

At least she saved me the trouble of having to deal with the possibility of having a child as bad as I am.

My name is Casey, and when I was nine my mother killed me.