My birthday is a month from today. I can't believe that it has been four years since I've seen my parents; I wonder if they ever looked for me. Or if the guards looked for me so that I can explain that I didn't kill those nobles. I don't even know what the outcome of that was. All I know is that there was a lot of blood and dead bodies. The blood covered the walls, the floor, and the front door. I had to leave town, I had to, or else I would of been tried and killed. Because nobles always get away with everything because they have money. More money equals more power with getting away with stuff.
No one saw me leave town, or at least I think so. I hope not....
Sincerely, Derek The Bloody
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