Wow...labour was really hard...and especially when I saw the size of the thing that came out of me...Dear God, I wish that on no one!!

Needless to say, Consuela became the heart of my family. Everything revolved around her. My parents, James' parents, Maria, and even Dr.Michael (with whom I had a little old fling...but more on that later...) agreed that though overweight, she was the most beautiful, cherubic baby they had ever seen!! I was, of course, DELIGHTED!! I knew Neil's (and mine) child could never be ugly...but such perfection!!...she really was blessed, Consuela!! Pity she died so young!!

But I don't think I can talk about her death right now....I have to unload the smaller things first... like James' and my mother, Suzanne's death. Should I start with James or Suzanne?

Oh well, let's start with my mother first...she WAS the one who died first!!

My life was bliss with James before she had to come and screw it all up!!

James...AH...James...he was a prince!!...He was the most perfect man I had formed an alliance with (excluding Neil Patrick, of course!!). He was my best friend, lover, confidante and the step-father of my child....He had given me everything when I had nothing and I owed it to him to be a good wife and not kill him..but like I've said so many times before, life isn't always fair...

It was the night of 16 July 1809. I remember the date distinctly because the next day I found out that I was pregnant with James' son...but let's get to that later.

So, 16 July...it was evening time and the three of us were just about to retire to bed. Little Consuela was already asleep in James' arms, and he was about to tuck her in bed, when there was a loud "RAP RAP RAP" outside. Both of us were startled...here it was, 8 in the night, and someone had come knocking at out doorstep (of course these days if someone comes to meet someone, it's rude to go BEFORE 8, but those were those days...I mean, when did you think that "night" *wink* chocolate "After Eight" was invented??

Anyway, it was after eight and there was a knock on the door...of course, we weren't expecting anyone so it was kind of startling. I told James to go and check who was at the door at this hour, when we should've been ...ahem...canoodling...

So, James went to check out who cam calling at this hour. Turns out, it was Micheal.

Yes the same Micheal who gave birth to Consuela. He came in and sat down, shivering from the rain and cold outside.

"I regret to inform you but your mother , the delightful Mrs. Suzanne Thomas has taken ill.

"What? what happened to Mother? She was completely fine when I paid her a visit with Consuela the other day!", I said.

"Well, she was fine until about 6 this evening. Then, suddenly she started having stomach pains and spasms. Your father rushed her to the Rosita Gerald Hospital, where she was immediately attended to by our two specialists, Dr. Alexander Pinto and Dr. Scott Valenzio. They were able to stabilise her condition for a little while, but then then she went from bad to worse not half an hour ago. They haven't been able to find out what was wrong with her but she is continuously getting worse. Your father has sent for you to be with him and the rest of the family in this troubled time just in case something happens. It would bode well if we hurried right away!!"

James immediately shot up with,"what are we waiting for? Let's go!!"

So we went. I wish now that we hadn't.

For if we hadn't, Suzanne and Alexander wouldn't have died at my hands.

Ah...those two died happily...in each others arms....

To know why, I'll have to take you back to 1777, the year I was born. It was July, just before I had been born. My mother, that bitch, Suzanne, was in the hospital, waiting for my awesome arrival. She was well..."bored" and really wanted something to..."do"...

She looked around for my father but he had gone out on an urgent errand. She tried to wait until he came back to inform him of her little "problem" but by then she was getting too restless.

Who else would walk into her room then, but our young, dashing physician Alexander Pinto, coming to check on her? Needless to say, one thing led to another and well..events transpired...

Apparently, since then he and my mother would meet up and "do" things...

Now, I didn't know about their little affair till the day I killed them, so you can imagine my surprise when I ran to my mother's room and found the now elderly Dr. Alexander with her, her almost screaming out "Alllliiiiiiiiiiii" due to his expert treatment....

To say I went into a rage would be an understatement. I took the nearest, sharpest thing I could find, which sadly, turned out to be a stray knife left by one of those stupid, muddle-headed nurses. I took the knife and plunged it as hard as i could into the twisted mass of bodies that made up my mother and the doctor.

The next thing I remember, is BLOOD.