Being Soledad.

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.