Once upon a time, there was a girl who was imprisoned by her mother. She didn't use bars or chains to do it; she used the power of speech. Now this may seem very peculiar but I assure you, this kind of imprisonment is the worst there is. Let me tell you...

Help me momma the little girl thought. She sank into the purple satin sheets, salty tears pouring from her blue eyes. I was bad... no, I'm only four... but still, you're a bad girl... no presents this year...I want momma...she hit me... She had wanted to see what was inside the vase and like any other curious four-year-old, Marietta had tipped over the vase during the process. Mrs. White had unleashed her wrath and had hit Marietta hard on the back. ("You little devil! You know how long it's gonna take me to clean that up?" "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... It just slipped...." " Just slipped, eh? Well, I guess my hand just slipped!" "Ow! That hurt! Momma, no...." " Oh Holy One, help this devil's child see the wrong of her ways. Let her sin be cleansed")

Let me interrupt here. This was how Marietta's early years were. It seems a lot for such a young girl to go through but Marietta is no ordinary child. Instead of these experiences demoralizing her, they made her stronger. Her mind began to grow and question the world and by age thirteen, she knew what her momma did was wrong. But instead of reporting her to the local priest, she did something extraordinary: she tried to give her mother hope. Here is an example of that.

Mrs. White sat on the red satin couch reading a book. "Momma, could I talk to you?" Marietta asked softly. She looked up and smiled. "Sure," she said. Marietta grinned and sat next to her mother. "I know you have done so much for me but I have a small favor to ask." Marietta said. Mrs. White raised her eyebrows but let her daughter continue. " Could you please... you know... stop hitting me. I mean, I'm a pretty good kid. I have straight A's and perfect attendance. My music is going well... so could you... stop?" Mrs. White's face turned purple from anger. "Are you kidding me? Only the devil's child talks like that. I am your parent and I can do what I want to discipline you!" Mrs. White threw the 1356 page book at Marietta. Her nose started to bleed. Mrs. White reached out, touched the blood and took out The Vial. She dropped the speck of blood and said, "May this remind you what happens to you if your sins aren't cleansed. The Devil comes and grants you a curse; the Curse of Blood." She threw the vial and blood spilled everywhere.

That's it... it's all over... she had dropped The Vial.... Marietta thought. She sat in front of the sacred picture of the Holy One, tears silently pouring down her face. My sins aren't cleansed... they have gone freely, mixing with dirt and dust.... Oh momma please help me... no, it was her who brought your doom.... " Oh Holy One, Creator of good and Destroyer of evil, please cleanse the wounds thy sins have left me. Thou are not the kind to ignore. I beg of you, thou please help thy soul attain a spot in the heavens."

It is too gruesome to state what the vial was for. However, most persons know, though some do not believe it. They find it too shocking. What they do not understand is that this is how the case of Marietta White is.

Blood... the cleanser of sins... a curse yet it does us good thought Mrs. White. She took out her own vial, where the blood of all her sins was. One speck was for making Marietta, one was for killing her one and only soul mate, one was for lying to Marietta about the death of her father and the list goes on. Soon... my sins would be cleansed... with my daughter's blood... but her blood isn't clean, it's with dirt. then I'll have her blood the hard way, the way I had Rick White's blood...

Mrs. White took out the sharp butcher's knife from the drawer and ran her finger across it. "Oh Holy One, thou is kind. Soon, my sins would be cleansed and thou will save thy space in the heavens," she whispered. " Thy shall clean the wounds of my sins and thy shall reach the heavens." Not long now... that's it... up the stairs... don't wake her up... soon... very soon....

Momma. I am sorry. I talked badly... help me momma... help me... Marietta slept uneasily, knowing that she had committed the Sin of all Sins, according to her mother. The purple satin sheets stirred as Marietta moved and then, remained calm. How will my sins be cleansed... how will they die... Holy One... help me... somebody....

Easy does it... open door slowly. hide knife... Mrs. White put the knife into the pocket in her dress and sat on the bed. Marietta stirred and slowly opened her eyes. "Momma, what are you doing?" "I'm going to give you a present." "Why?" "Because I said so. But first, say the Holy One's Prayer." " Okay. Oh Holy One, thou are kind and full of knowledge. Thy is small compared to you. Please Holy One, have pity and help me achieve on this land what is done in the heavens." "Good. Now for you present...." Mrs. White fingered the knife in her pocket. Soon... very soon...

Momma, what are you doing. Marietta watched as her mother drew something from her pocket-a knife. "Soon... my sins will be cleansed. Do you know what your present is...." "No!" "It's what you've always wanted-the truth. Want to know how Pappa really died? He had to pay for his sins and my sins got cleansed with blood. But now... the rest of my sins have to be cleansed. I'm doing what is best for all of us." Marietta's face turned white as she realized the grave danger she was in. " Momma no...." !Momma! " Hail Holy One and thou help me...." Mrs. White's hand reached out and held her daughter steady. " Soon... this is what you've always wanted, is it not? Once you reach That Place, you'll know the answers to your questions." Mrs. White grinned insanely. "No momma... I take it back. I take it all beck." Momma...

Not long now... soon... very soon.... Mrs. White held her daughter and raised the knife. "Holy One, please help my mother, the one who shed blood for me...." the knife drew closer. "... the one who helped me in times of need." Closer. " Thou help thy in this great time. Holy One...." Closer. "...keeper of lost souls, please help thy mother achieve here what is done." Closer. "In....the.....he-heavens." Full stop.