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E A SHOCKING 1989 QUADRUPLE FAMILY MURDER AND THE LITTLE GIRL LEFT BEHIND TO TELL THE STORY As a child I was known as Jessica Pelley When I was nine I went to a sleepover at a friend's house for the weekend While I was away my entire family was murdered I would spend the next 30 years fighting crawling and clawing my way through the darkness This wasn't just a national news headline a cold case or a true crime show It was my family And my life I was the broken little girl left behind to tell this story I am now Jessi in the pages of this unapologetic memoir set freeJESSI APRIL 29 2016April 29 1989 A date I cannot forget Numbers forever seared deep into my soulIt was 27 years ago today Jesus Get a grip Jessi Theyre just numbers They dont mean anything Youre giving them power over you again Thats what I tell myself But the numbersthose damn numbersthey haunt me They always will I cannot escape them Not now Not ever For most people dates are just numbers on a calendar No big deal Random markers of time affixed to the top left corner of small white squares on a page to depict days filled with choices chances and opportunities At least thats what they are for the normal people But Im no longer one of them For me they serve as numeric reminders of the girl I used to beA tragedy that would irrevocably and mercilessly alter the life of a little girl wearing dark blue jeans canvas lace up sneakers and a white tee shirt accessorized by prominent coke bottle glasses her hair hanging in a messy bob Her life would be forever dismantled Gone The moment they told me the words The ones that I will never forget At that moment my life froze and shattered into pieces splintering like bits of broken glass dropping down onto the ground around me like the remnants of a cracked windshield falling fast before the spinning mind and broken heart of a wide eyed little girlLife as I knew it was over in that moment What happened on April 29 1989 has scarred me forever A day that started out normally before it became ensnared in marred memories tucked between folds of tragedy and darkness The lingering memories cut straight to the core of the hollow girl left behind The darkness delivers itself to me every year on schedule Steadily Greedily On the 29th day of April Relentless Haunting It taunts the pieces of me that remain Every single yearI try to lift myself out of the darkness I tell myself the numbers shouldnt matter Not after 27 years have passed Jessi Its just another day You can do anything you want with it Dont slip into the darkness But not even the voice in my head believes those lies I tell myself Year after year my happiness recoils my thoughts run to a dark place filled with foggy memories and a void that swallows me whole The door of despair opens and Im trapped alone numb to the bone emotionally deplete void of all reality space and time I hate the helplessness as I slip further into that dark place A place that long ago was filled with light A place where three little girls would sing happy songs pick flowers hold hands while skipping through tall blades of grass and sit down at the dining room table where they would bow their heads to pray before plates filled with food in a home filled with laughter Then it hits methe life defining self inflicted images of horrorof their final momentsdragging me deep into the darkness A place I would dwell for days weeks and months turned into years Twenty seven years agoand Im still counting Its clear Im forever damaged There is no escape There is only here Only now I hear the songs and laughter I remember the little girls The swinging the playing the happiness And then I realize its all gone But Im still he.

report epub issue pdf Report an free Report an issue PDF/EPUBE A SHOCKING 1989 QUADRUPLE FAMILY MURDER AND THE LITTLE GIRL LEFT BEHIND TO TELL THE STORY As a child I was known as Jessica Pelley When I was nine I went to a sleepover at a friend's house for the weekend While I was away my entire family was murdered I would spend the next 30 years fighting crawling and clawing my way through the darkness This wasn't just a national news headline a cold case or a true crime show It was my family And my life I was the broken little girl left behind to tell this story I am now Jessi in the pages of this unapologetic memoir set freeJESSI APRIL 29 2016April 29 1989 A date I cannot forget Numbers forever seared deep into my soulIt was 27 years ago today Jesus Get a grip Jessi Theyre just numbers They dont mean anything Youre giving them power over you again Thats what I tell myself But the numbersthose damn numbersthey haunt me They always will I cannot escape them Not now Not ever For most people dates are just numbers on a calendar No big deal Random markers of time affixed to the top left corner of small white squares on a page to depict days filled with choices chances and opportunities At least thats what they are for the normal people But Im no longer one of them For me they serve as numeric reminders of the girl I used to beA tragedy that would irrevocably and mercilessly alter the life of a little girl wearing dark blue jeans canvas lace up sneakers and a white tee shirt accessorized by prominent coke bottle glasses her hair hanging in a messy bob Her life would be forever dismantled Gone The moment they told me the words The ones that I will never forget At that moment my life froze and shattered into pieces splintering like bits of broken glass dropping down onto the ground around me like the remnants of a cracked windshield falling fast before the spinning mind and broken heart of a wide eyed little girlLife as I knew it was over in that moment What happened on April 29 1989 has scarred me forever A day that started out normally before it became ensnared in marred memories tucked between folds of tragedy and darkness The lingering memories cut straight to the core of the hollow girl left behind The darkness delivers itself to me every year on schedule Steadily Greedily On the 29th day of April Relentless Haunting It taunts the pieces of me that remain Every single yearI try to lift myself out of the darkness I tell myself the numbers shouldnt matter Not after 27 years have passed Jessi Its just another day You can do anything you want with it Dont slip into the darkness But not even the voice in my head believes those lies I tell myself Year after year my happiness recoils my thoughts run to a dark place filled with foggy memories and a void that swallows me whole The door of despair opens and Im trapped alone numb to the bone emotionally deplete void of all reality space and time I hate the helplessness as I slip further into that dark place A place that long ago was filled with light A place where three little girls would sing happy songs pick flowers hold hands while skipping through tall blades of grass and sit down at the dining room table where they would bow their heads to pray before plates filled with food in a home filled with laughter Then it hits methe life defining self inflicted images of horrorof their final momentsdragging me deep into the darkness A place I would dwell for days weeks and months turned into years Twenty seven years agoand Im still counting Its clear Im forever damaged There is no escape There is only here Only now I hear the songs and laughter I remember the little girls The swinging the playing the happiness And then I realize its all gone But Im still he.

[PDF / Epub] ☃ Report an issue Author Jamie Collins – G-couture.co.uk A SHOCKING 1989 QUADRUPLE FAMILY MURDER AND THE LITTLE GIRL LEFT BEHIND TO TELL THE STORY As a child I was known as Jessica Pelley When I was nine I went to a sleepover at a friend's house for the weeA SHOCKING 1989 QUADRUPLE FAMILY MURDER AND THE LITTLE GIRL LEFT BEHIND TO TELL THE STORY As a child I was known as Jessica Pelley When I was nine I went to a sleepover at a friend's house for the weekend While I was away my entire family was murdered I would spend the next 30 years fighting crawling and clawing my way through the darkness This wasn't just a national news headline a cold case or a true crime show It was my family And my life I was the broken little girl left behind to tell this story I am now Jessi in the pages of this unapologetic memoir set freeJESSI APRIL 29 2016April 29 1989 A date I cannot forget Numbers forever seared deep into my soulIt was 27 years ago today Jesus Get a grip Jessi Theyre just numbers They dont mean anything Youre giving them power over you again Thats what I tell myself But the numbersthose damn numbersthey haunt me They always will I cannot escape them Not now Not ever For most people dates are just numbers on a calendar No big deal Random markers of time affixed to the top left corner of small white squares on a page to depict days filled with choices chances and opportunities At least thats what they are for the normal people But Im no longer one of them For me they serve as numeric reminders of the girl I used to beA tragedy that would irrevocably and mercilessly alter the life of a little girl wearing dark blue jeans canvas lace up sneakers and a white tee shirt accessorized by prominent coke bottle glasses her hair hanging in a messy bob Her life would be forever dismantled Gone The moment they told me the words The ones that I will never forget At that moment my life froze and shattered into pieces splintering like bits of broken glass dropping down onto the ground around me like the remnants of a cracked windshield falling fast before the spinning mind and broken heart of a wide eyed little girl Life as I knew it was over in that moment What happened on April 29 1989 has scarred me forever A day that started out normally before it became ensnared in marred memories tucked between folds of tragedy and darkness The lingering memories cut straight to the core of the hollow girl left behind The darkness delivers itself to me every year on schedule Steadily Greedily On the 29th day of April Relentless Haunting It taunts the pieces of me that remain Every single yearI try to lift myself out of the darkness I tell myself the numbers shouldnt matter Not after 27 years have passed Jessi Its just another day You can do anything you want with it Dont slip into the darkness But not even the voice in my head believes those lies I tell myself Year after year my happiness recoils my thoughts run to a dark place filled with foggy memories and a void that swallows me whole The door of despair opens and Im trapped alone numb to the bone emotionally deplete void of all reality space and time I hate the helplessness as I slip further into that dark place A place that long ago was filled with light A place where three little girls would sing happy songs pick flowers hold hands while skipping through tall blades of grass and sit down at the dining room table where they would bow their heads to pray before plates filled with food in a home filled with laughter Then it hits methe life defining self inflicted images of horrorof their final momentsdragging me deep into the darkness A place I would dwell for days weeks and months turned into years Twenty seven years agoand Im still counting Its clear Im forever damaged There is no escape There is only here Only now I hear the songs and laughter I remember the little girls The swinging the playing the happiness And then I realize its all gone But Im still her.

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