Kylee Darryl
Bio
I am a new passionate, open, creative writer finding my path.
Stories (4/0)
Meant to Be a Mother
I have always know that, above everything else in this world, I was meant to be a mother. However, there were many times in my life when I questioned if I would be able to have my own children. It seems an odd thing to have always wanted to be a mother, even as a child. That is who I am in my soul, I am a mother.
By Kylee Darryl6 years ago in Families
When I Wore Blues, Pt III
Part III Once I arrived at the medical department, it took about an hour for me to see the doctor because she was out to lunch. Once I saw the doctor, the nurses needed to give me an IV to get saline into my system. I was deemed extremely dehydrated. Unfortunately, the medical staff at the jail was not the most competent. In their attempt to give me an IV, they missed my vein four times—twice in each hand—completely blowing my veins out, and I had good veins. Finally, the nurses managed to find a vein and I began my first bag of saline.
By Kylee Darryl6 years ago in Criminal
The "Night Stalker:" A Story of Brutality, Murder, and Satanism
Richard Ramirez was born February 29, 1960 in El Paso Texas to Julian Ramirez and Mercedes Ramirez. Richard was one of five children to Julian and Mercedes. When Ramirez was a child he developed epilepsy after sustaining multiple head injuries at an early age, at the hand of his father. To escape the abuse at home, Ramirez would sneak out of his house, and go to the Concordia Cemetery. Later in life, after Ramirez developed an interest in Satanism, he would practice his evil works in the Concordia Cemetery. It is said that even to this day, Satanists practice their evil works in Concordia because of Richard's ties to the cemetery.
By Kylee Darryl6 years ago in Criminal
When I Wore Blues
I was 25-years-old when I was arrested. Before that, I grew up a normal life as Kylee Darryl. My parents, Carla and Don, divorced when I was eight-years-old. I moved eight times by the time I entered high school. I prided myself on consistently maintaining straight A’s in school, and I managed to receive the “President’s Award for academic success,” which a student can receive only in their sixth, eighth, and twelfth grade years, in my sixth and eighth grade years. I did not receive it my twelfth-grade year because I received Highest Honors and a student can only receive one of these awards. I was liked and had a lot of friends, and their parents loved me because I was a good influence. My mom worked a lot to provide a well-off kind of lifestyle. I had boyfriends, I went to parties, and I basically had a normal childhood. I was told I was your “All-American, girl next door” type during first impressions. I was your normal blonde hair, brown eye girl, and I thought I had so many possibilities for my future. Then I met my high school boyfriend, Derrek, who was 21 when I was 16-years-old. He and I were together for five years and in those five years he mentally, emotionally, and physically abused me for about three and a half, almost four years, out of the five. I never thought I would be one of those women. What I mean by that is, I never thought I would stay in a relationship after the first abusive move toward me. When I watched Maury, and saw the women in abusive relationship, I always thought they must be weak and stupid to stay in that situation. Until I was in their shoes. Finally, after five years of abuse, I got the strength in myself to leave Derrek and moved back in with my mom.
By Kylee Darryl6 years ago in Criminal