Personal Narrative: Myra Hiindley

People knew that she had a rough childhood but no one would have imagined that Myra Hindley would be a serial killer of small children. No one knew the thoughts that went through our heads as I, along with my boyfriend, Ian Brady, went along mindlessly killing and raping small children as if we had no care in the world. Do I feel bad ? No. My childhood was not a bed of roses. Growing up in the suburbs , I watched as my parents beat up each other day in and day out. Violence is what came naturally to me. I was such a little tomboy. I was always beating up boys just to get my daddy's attention and approval. Little did I know that as soon as my little sister came along I had to go live with my grandmother. I was not very sociable growing up,
The Christmas party was over when he offered to walk me home since it was late. When we reached my home he asked me out on a date, nothing major, just typical teens taking things slow at first. Everyone in my family started noticing the effect Ian “supposedly” had on me. Ian was everything I needed at that time. He was quiet, until he got angry. When he was outraged he reminded me a lot of my childhood as I watched my mother and father beat each other. Ian led me to believe that there was no God, I even stop going to church. He had me read several books that spoke of evilness. I bleached my hair and wore long boots and short skirts. Ian beat me and took my virginity, but this was alright with me. He did this because I believed that he truly loved me. I did whatever he asked me to do including taking nude photographs to buying into his fantasies. One example is Ian said he wanted to rob a bank. I learned to drive so that I could drive the getaway car. If there was anything he wanted or desired I wanted to be the one that was there by his side. I know it sounds a little crazy but I was deeply in love. Once Ian drugged, beat, and raped me while photographing me as I lay there helpless. Most people would have walked away, but this is what I was used to seeing. I loved this man very much. I knew that he was cruel and selfish, but that did not change the way I felt about