January 7 2013
Remeber the cemetery we were to attend months ago? Well, we went. But...I can't...I can't breath! I'm sobbing so hard I can bearly read what I am writing...well...oh god I can't do this! Please God here my cry! Save me from this hell you put me in! Please God! Please!

This journal page is to be about a prayer, a prayer for baby Taylor and me. Dear God, I need your help! I don't...I don't think I can go through with this!
(This part is in 3rd person view)
Lizzey had stoped during her writing. She couldn't bear the pain any second longer. She had Her hand gripping on to a cross. She was gripping so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

Every tear that fell from her eyes dropped onto her journal page. Her face was red with anger and sadness all in one emotional state of mind. She repeated "dear God...save me...Dear God...save me...". She bearly was able to breath. Why would any one deal with pain this great? Her heart was broken.
(Back to 1st person)
Jason...He was...was murdered...OH GOD NO!