Blood Killer Monologue

It’s been three years since my sister’s death and I’m still no closer to finding out what happen to her than I was on the first day I arrived in Atlanta. I took it hard when I find out she was dead. I should have been here. I should have never let her come here alone, but she was her own person and no one could stop her from doing what she wanted. That’s what one of the things that I loved about her. She was strong willed and so determined to make it on her own so she wouldn’t turn out to be like our father and me.
I wish she would have just accepted the fact that we are cold blood killers always have been and always will be. It’s in our genes, and there’s one thing that I do know and that’s doing drugs isn’t. I know she wasn’t doing drugs
Well let’s just say that made our father worry. And he had every right to. But dad didn’t know about the letter Jamaya sent to me before she died.
I wish I could have told him but he would want to send one of his best head shooters up here, but I knew they wouldn’t be able to get close to the family not the way I can. It was hard talking dad into letting another one of his little girls come here, but he also knew he trained me will, and plus I’m nothing let Jamaya. I ain’t going to let no dick get in the way of my business. That’s where she fucked up at and it became her down fall. It damn sure want be mine. I pull my sister picture and letter out of my Gucci Bag and look into her big brown eyes hoping they would just tell me thing. Where did she go wrong? The news on the streets about her death was low key, so that meant no one opened their mouths about her or her death. Trying to get Cory to open up was like pulling teeth. I know he knows something, but what. You know what bothers me the worst is that I can’t spend any time with my nephew. I have to be always in his ear about him. He acts like that boy isn’t his or more like he doesn’t have a son at all, but whatever the case may be that shit there is going to come to an end and