My name is Mary Martinez, I'm, I'm recording this so I won't be forgotten.
I think I'm twenty-two, Markus- he used to keep track of birthdays. He's- he ain't doin' that no more.
I'm five feet, five inches tall, and I weigh about a hundred an' fifteen pounds. I got's tats all over my arms, an orca on my shoulder an' the snake cross on my hand.
I can cook, clean, and play the guitar. These things yus'ta bring me joy, not anymore. I run guns, an' I'm good at it. I say what's on my mind an' I don't give a shit what anyone else thinks. I yus'ta talk to my brothers all the time, they're gone, so, now I don't talk to nobody. I ain't no introvert, nothin' like that. I jus' don't like people.
Ain't really sure where I'm from. No birth certificate an' ain't got no fam anymore. I yus'ta have brothers, they's had names, they mattered. They was Brian Martinez, Harry Smith, Markus Jones, an'- an' lil Jim-Jam, real name was James Korbin but ain't body call him- called him 'James.' They wasn't my real fam, but, they was as close as can get wit' foster kids you's know? We was family, real family, the family we chose.
But good things don't last wit' me. They's gone, everybody I cared about is dead. I'm cursed you's see. I yus'ta think I had super powers, that I was a Warlock outta one of my fam's Dungeons and Dragons games, but that was bullshit. What I am is cursed. People who get close ta' me die. The demon takes 'em. Whatever, ain't nothing I can do about it, so I ain't gonna cry about it no more.
I'm gonna get money, I'm gonna get power, I'm gonna become someone my brothers can look at from heaven and be proud of. I ain't joinin' 'em when I die anyways, my soul ain't mine no more. So, since they're gone, ain't nothin' holdin' me back anymore. I'm gonna get mine, and if anyone gets in my way?
I'll kill 'em.
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