Hey ladies,
It is 1:15 in the morning and the chaos has just died down. Yesterday seemed to be a chill layed back day. Slept in late, watch the Oscars, and headed off to the movies with my boyfriend. We went to the movie theater by my house, but by the time we got to the movie theater it was surrounded by police. So we went to the other movie theater. Before we can get our tickets my sister calls me and tells me to come home because my Aunt D just stabbed my Aunt S three times. I hurry home and jumped in the car headed to San Diego. I swear to god that was the longest ride to San Diego ever. We finally get the hospital to see my Aunt S and she is in pretty bad shape but stable. My sister freaked out and left the room. I stayed there with my aunt until my mom arrived. She was not stabbed 3 times, but 9 times...WTF. All my Aunt S kept saying was "she said she would kill me". It is hard to see my Aunt like this. She has always been the strong one, and to see her crying out in both physical and mental pain was so surreal. My mom finally showed up and told me to go to my grandmothers house to see if she is ok.
When I got to house there was blood in the hallway and in my grandmother's room. My grandma was sitting on her bed with her blood soaked p.j's on. She had that 1,000 mile stare.It took my sister and I forever to get her out of those clothes. Then we started to clean blood from the carpets and wall.
The Really fucked up thing is my Aunt D kids were in the house when she stabbed my Aunt S. My little cousin B was asleep by the time I got there, but her older daughter DD had a very disturbed look on her face. I want to cry so bad, but I am the one that everyone looks up to be strong. This is a little too much to handle.....I'm going to smoke.
Thanks for listening![]()





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I hope she makes a fast recovery!!

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