"Nightingail" by Gail Wagner (ereader for comics .TXT) 📖

Uncle Wayne, along with my grandparents from my mother’s side… They all play a part, a very small part, but all these problems and people come together and have created upon me a catastrophe. They all affect others and like dominoes they fall. They too are all included in my life story but they don’t make much of an impression or make a large appearance. They are the small parts that, somehow, started trouble in my ‘paradise’.

Now let me formally introduce myself. Hello, I’m Abigail Leeann Wagner; I go by Gail, Abby, Wolfie, and Nightingail. Most do not know the last one. My beloved gave it to me, and he has only earned and has the right to call me that. Just as he is ‘me Lobo Morte’ and only I call him that. Also for people who are not used to Spanish, translated, it means ‘my Death Wolf’. I found that deep inside I really can love, as he found my heart and broke it from its cage. Now I can’t ever imagine my life without him.

To me he is the most perfect thing that has ever stepped into this world and he’s my fist true love. As a matter of fact we are at this very moment that I write this, we are Engaged. It’s amazing that he broke through my walls and straight into my heart. I know it sounds too soon but hey you don’t live forever and all I know is if I do I want him to be my forever.

I collect porcelain dolls, antiques, and memories. I don’t play many sports for the fact of the clumsiness of myself or a close friend getting hurt, but I love swimming and tennis. My writing tends to be on the morbid side and I laugh when the antagonist catches the protagonist, and sadistic mind games are played on innocent people but yet “The Titanic” and “I Am Legend” make me cry my eyes out. I love anime shows and am a large Pokémon nerd… actually a nerd in general. My favorite relaxing thing to do is lay in bed with some snack and a book.

I am a Libra and proud as can be, and as I say this I can’t wait till my sixteenth birthday. I had gotten a phone and have made plans for my day. God, so much to write and so little time spent on this Earth. But as I promised I will stop this little intro of mine to continue on to the real matter. Just don’t find too much amusement in my life.

 

Dearly written,

        Nightingail.

P.S: Do not cry for me because all this has happened to strengthen me.

~ Chapter One ~

When I was little most things were beyond my reach both literally and metaphorically. My height and strength made me quite dependent on those around me, then of course I followed those people who surrounded me, blindly and without thought of the consequences that were to follow. Now yes it was stupid of me but I was young and easily influenced into things, which to me, was completely innocent.

Now remember though that my life was not always this bad or bad at all. I remember Easter and the cliché kid’s basket along with colored eggs. I remember sitting on the stone of the fireplace under the mantel and the family picture, eating the red off of the end of the matches, or perhaps munching on fish food or Playdo. Yes I was quiet the strange kid. Literally, I was silent a lot of the times. But I have changed from that little girl. Now I prefer and choose my independence because I can.

The way I see it my mind is grown, I am grown. Years have nothing on me, and neither does my immature body. I have grown in my personality, wisdom, strength, and emotionality. I have found love, I have grown another year, and I reach high.

Now back to the past… All goes well until the fights start. I watched my mother beat the shit out of my dad with a flashlight and try to drown him in our pool. I walked in from a friend’s house to find glass all on the floor and my dad’s head bleeding while they lie and say that he “fell”. Now I was a little naïve when I was little, but not stupid… I knew what had happened but didn’t contradict them. These are a few of the bad times for me, besides the times my mother would find a reason to spank, choke, slap, or yell at me.

Now my dad always coped with this for us, I’m sure of it. But once again there were happy times like when my brother and I played with Legos and games, or I went over to a woman I adopted as my grandmother, she even quilted me a cute blanket. Then my birthdays, well they were never great but I always had adults at my parties and never kids. I used to play that game with a balloon… You know where if it touches the ground you lose? Yep, it’s that one. A strange thing is that now, I fear them.

My life has been a lot of cliché moments. Even the golden movie moments, hell I even have a golden boy, subtract the blonde hair though. I have that reunite moment where you run into another’s arms and cry. The little child being taken away from her family moment? Yep you guessed it, been there done that scene. A lot of life's moments are cliché but that doesn't make them any less special. But sometimes it allows us to relate to movies or we just feel lucky to have that heart tugging scene.

Sometimes I felt like I’m trying all for nothing, to fight to live and succeed in everything only to get nowhere, only to end my life years later with nothing to show. I’m to be a shadow in the world who passed by people, to change them for the best, and then to be forgotten. But to say it simply, why fight?

But my life was good up to the age of 9 or so. Around those years I had gotten a boyfriend, had my family, and had it all. Now I will be honest that long ago we had found porn magazines in the tool shed and read them. That was how my first time I had sex. I do believe I was seven years old when that day happened. It didn’t really register with me at the time of what I had given away, that of which the precious innocence I could never had gotten back. Now from what I heard my boyfriend Jeramiah was sleeping with my best friend at the time but I’m never sure. Moved away thankfully before I could find out if it were true or not.

I’ll be honest though that it hurt me to hear that for the fact of that he was my first in everything. First time I was ever stabbed in the back because I know he looked at other girls. It made me angry, made me want to cry, but slowly instead I shut myself down for a while and put a small and weak wall around my heart. He may have been my first of everything but then he was my first betrayal and first enemy.

Now thinking of that reminded me when I first walked in on my parents during sex. Every time I remember I tend to grimace. That day it took them almost all day to find me, almost a whole day as I hid away in my safe area. I don’t think any kid of any origin would want to see their parents in the middle of fucking one another, but it wasn’t as bad as when I saw my brother and my friend going at it when I was about six and him about ten years old; in my old little plastic toy house too, no less.

So honestly I got tired of being stepped on like a stepping stool, and I still remember how my friends described me… Red faced with dark, almost black eyes that twitched, while my nails dug deep and true into my skin. They said when I’m angry, I’m out for blood, and so being smart they usually avoided me. First male to get my wrath… Well I threatened to castrate him then feed it to him whole, while his new girlfriend was tied down and made to watch, and then threatened to skin her alive. Never really found myself very aggressive though. I’m like a lost puppy to those I care about.

But now that I think about all the threats I made when I was young I laugh about it because honestly I remembered how they had a horrified expression on their face and I had no clue what anything I really said, meant. But still I loved how they avoided me from then on… How they never really picked on any other kids or he never really went near a girl with a ten inch pole. To me I found it exceedingly funny. I guess you can say I have a little bit of a twisted and sick humor.

Now that reminds me of the fight my brother was in. He was fighting an old friend of his who had a knife and threatened him. It’s a bit foggy now that I try to remember it since my brother has twisted the story around so much that I’m not sure of anything except a few facts, but I do remember how he was thrown into the thorns of the blackberry bushes and walking out with tiny thin scratches anywhere that skin was exposed. I remember trying to help him but got a rock thrown on my ankle… Then I had to stop my brother from throwing a brick on his neck.

Yeah it seems as if I was always helping someone…

Now someone who could’ve used help was my uncle. Sadly he was murdered and they splurged it all over the internet, newspapers, and T.V news.

 

Wagner pleads guilty, gets life sentence in husband's killing

By AMY LEIGH WOMACK

The trial for a woman accused of killing and dismembering her husband in 2005 ended abruptly Tuesday when the woman pleaded guilty to murder and concealing a death.

Crystal Mae Wagner, 29, was sentenced to life in prison in accordance with a recommendation from the prosecution and her attorneys.

Wagner’s attorneys struck a plea deal with prosecutors Tuesday morning just as the second day of her trial was scheduled to begin. In exchange for her plea, the prosecution dismissed a theft by taking charge pending against Wagner.

Wagner cried quietly during the plea hearing, but did not speak in her own defense prior to the judge imposing a sentence.

Prosecutor Elizabeth Bobbitt said she received a letter Monday afternoon that Wagner wrote to her boyfriend and co-defendant, 29-year-old Shay Alan Morey. In the letter, Wagner wrote in 2005 about the couple planning and carrying out the murder of her husband, Bobby Gene Wagner.

Franklin J. Hogue, one of Crystal Wagner’s lawyers, said Wagner was ready to discuss a plea deal with the prosecution Tuesday morning even before