Written by the version of me you all ignored.

This isn’t for you.

This isn’t for pity. This isn’t for fame.

This is for the version of me that screamed into a pillow every night and got told to “keep it down” instead of even asking why.

This is the price of silence. Do you know how loud silence can get?

I am not violent. But I am finished.

If you’re reading this, something happened. Whether you care or not is on you. I haven’t fully decided on what I’ll do yet. But I won’t be invisible anymore.

My name is Lexi Ann Taylor. I was born in Mineral Wells, WV. My birthday is August 10, 2012. I'm typing this at 12 years and 10 months old. I have a lot of hatred. And I want the world to know how it feels.

COVID hit in March while I was in 2nd grade like 53 bullets in my back. I didn’t even know I’d already had my last day of real school. I didn’t say goodbye to anyone. I didn’t know I was disappearing. I became dependent on devices for everything. I saw things I shouldn't have. The screen replaced reality and no one ever noticed. I became trapped inside my mind and my house. I mentally stopped being a kid when the world shut off, despite physically being one. It was only supposed to be a few weeks. Right? Wrong. It became a years-long collapse that took everything I could've become and set it on fire.

My family makes me want to burn the entire house down. With all of us inside it.

My mother is an unpredictable, two-faced gaslighter, my father is a ghost with a golden tongue, my second oldest sister is an arrogant, selfish pig with lipstick on and my grandma’s like a hollow doll. Her mind is as empty as cardboard with a face slapped on it.

Often, my mother ignores me, then screams at me when I have to repeat myself. She tries to makes me feel like walking on eggshells is a normal way to live. She never admits she’s wrong. Instead, she says I’m ungrateful—like she’s doing me a favor by not being worse.

I've been watching true crime documentaries since I was like 11. I've always liked them. But I've came to the awareness that I happen to be interested in the murderers, not the victims. Sometimes I catch myself watching these crime investigations as if I'm studying them, paying attention to what you should and shouldn't do when being interrogated and things of that nature. One of the first murders I really got in my head was The Black Dahlia unsolved murder case, I believe from the YouTube channel called ‘Sam and Colby’. I was pretty interested in it, but I can't say I was obsessed with it. Around February 10, 2025 I watched a video on YouTube from the channel EWU about the STEM School Highlands Ranch Shooting, and I showed signs of large obsession. Again, not to Kendrick Castillo who died 2 months after his 18th birthday, to the perpetrators. After watching that video, I started getting really interested in school shooters. I watched the movie Zero Day, started researching the Columbine massacre as I found out Zero Day was similar to it and the STEM School Highlands Ranch Shooters took inspiration from them— as many shooters do, made a Pinterest account with organized boards having to do with true crime, and most recently, I got interested in the Sandy Hook Elementary Shooting where Adam Lanza killed 20 students and 6 staff members.