Nice to meet you, I am Soledad.

Words are empty.

The feelings are lies.

They told me the world is beautiful but is it?

They aren’t kind to people who look like me.

Was it fun?

To give me hope?

To give a chance?

You say I am closed off and quite.

Yet, you still wonder.

I don’t trust you nor anyone.

Pretty words are meant for lovers and family.

Not for killers.

Not for people who don't know who they are.

Cries of anger and sadness.

I'm sorry sister said, Maria

No little sister you'll be sorry.

Did you really think those bitches would stop me?

You still haven't changed little sister.

Even in death, you're still the stupid girl.

Always trying to top your older sister even if the reach was too far.

You beg and beg me to stop.

Whoops, I thought your cries were laughter.

You always did make such funny sounds.

She's my puppet, Maria.

You can't reach her.

None of you can.

Violet is me.

She is me.

How brave you eleven came.

Running and almost breaking the door.

Nana, Marco, Star, Rosalie, Alice, Rosa, Angel, Lucy, Azucena , Starlight, Ana, Anne.

Just like your memorial.

Now your faces are in the news.

Your eyes are now dark.

You run to save her.

The one who you bought you together and you followed.

She turned around in a white dress.

A pure white dress with red eyes.

She tried so hard to stop me.

Now your faces are nothing more memorial.

Your names in the top ten.

Youtube video about your death.

The murder who carries the blame.

The one who bought you together.

I never got to thank you either.

Whoops.

It's been so long since I thought of you.

Sometimes I wonder where you gone?

Why did you leave me?

I understand that forgetting is much easier than remembering.

Late at night I think about you and wonder where did it go wrong?

Why did you leave me?

Than I look into the mirror and realized that you didn't go away.

No, you're still here.

But you haven't recovered from the trip to the crazy house.

And accept the thing.

You embrace the monster and accepted the guilt that never was yours.

The guilt that everyone placed on your shoulders and told you its yours.

I know you did this.

Because I look in the mirror and only see loneliness.

I only see Soledad.

She’s afraid.

So very afraid.

Of who?

Of what?

That’s why she wears the bracelet.

She can’t bring herself to wear the necklace.

It brings bad memories.

Memories of the past, you see.

Little Violet, little Violet, little violet, little Violet, little violet, little violet.

Little Violet, little Violet, little violet, little Violet, little violet, little violet.

So naive and stupid.

That’s why you wear that reglious bracelet?

Do you really think that works?

Oh yes, dead people will stop me.

That’s what she thinks.

Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad. Soledad.

Who give you that name?

Your mother? Of course.

Violet.

She’s the person who carried you in her womb out pity.

I dislike this place.

It’s so very stupid looking.

My name means being alone.

I don’t know why my parents decided to call me that name.

They must have been able to see the future because since, I can remember...

I have always been alone.

My mother said that I would take my dolls, and hid.

It’s okay to be sad and lonely.

I had friends, so long it seems now.

This mention friends, one day give a locket.

It was very beautiful. It was a small golden heart with purple pears.

I didn’t think of it much at the time, how could eight graders could affored what looked like real pears.

One thing to note here, is that I always weared a Our Lady of Guadalupe necklace. My godparents give this to me. Since I was old enough to wear without fear of choking. My mother finally agreed to let me wear it.

I reluctantly took it off. I wasn’t religous by any means.

But, having her around made me feel safe.

Not wanting to make my friends feel bad either, and it was pretty. I started wearing it.

Few weeks later, I began to hear the voices.

What surpired me more, was that one sounded like my own.

She pushed me to loss weight and study harder.

Everyone was happy. The Fat girl became thin.

My family was happy that their overweight daughter/sister was finally heathly.

My teachers gasp and smiled proud at my improved grades.

Everyone was so happy and proud.

The C and D student was finally turning into the perfect student!

Everyone was happy and proud.

My friends noticed that I began to distance myself. But that wasn’t new.

My name is Soledad after all!

That’s a false statement.

My name was once Violet Soledad Perea.

Violet...is no longer here.

Only Soledad.

Violet was the innocert, but blame for a murder.

The murder of who?

Her old school friends.

Think I wouldn’t find this?

Silly little Violet. Of course I would.

We’re the same.

My name isn’t Violet nor Soledad.

Violet was my body reborn.

Those bitches just made it easy to find it.

Why did I kill them?

One doesn’t kiss and tell.