Kahmira

My Personal Monster Many years ago inside a condo in Florida, there was a little girl screeching at the top of her voice.  She wasn't screaming because of a flu shot or a visit to the dentist's.  Any other three year old would be upset at hearing this news, but I, the little girl, was upset about something much more terrifying, something my parents had given me possibly as a sick joke.  Even now, I don't know why any sane parents would give their impressionable child something as corrupt as what my parents gave me.  Since that day, I have taken an oath to destroy the spawn of that menacing gift.  From that moment, I have held a strong vende