• Introduction!
    Who am I, you might ask? Well what does it matter!? I've been a Nobody all my life. Well at least until I....I well found out the truth. Truth, is that what I called it? Maybe I should have said I realized that there was a reality. Upon realizing it was real I ran from it. Ran until my legs gave out, ran until reality caught up with me.......
    "What are you good for...nothing! That's what i thought." My stepfather was a cruel, heartless man. He would always yell that as he back handed me in the face. "You never do anything, you lazy cuss!" He screamed as i walked down the hall and slammed the door shut. I would wait for him to come back....it wasn't over.
    Suddenly the door would burst open and you could see that my stepfather was angrier. "You do nothing and you are nothing, you'll never amount to anything!" Again I felt the sharp pain of his back hand on my face.It was over.
    His hands were shaking and his face was red. All I knew was that I wanted to yell back at him, "you're wrong," but i didn't have the guts.
    I thought this was what stepfathers did, but what i didn't know was why i was here. I had done nothing to deserve this. What i can remember was...I was five years old and i was at my Aunt Kelley's house. I remember that the shelf of plates fell and hit me on the head, knocking me out. Three days later I woke up in the hospital. My parents were gone and so was my aunt. I ended up being adopted by the neighbors.
    Everyday I waited for a sign. Some kind of movement, anything in what was once my house. I could not eat or sleep for days, i was so sick. I had sat there until my eyes were red and my stomach was eating itself.
    My stepmother came over and got me and made me eat and sleep. She was kind and gentle and full of good spirits, but this bit of happiness wasn't going to last. Her husband was a drunk and they got a divorce. My stepmother fought to keep me but, lost the court trial. She only lost because my stepfather was sly and he acted like an ill man who needed my help. My life became very miserable.
    My stepfather worked me until i was on the verge of death, and then he would call me lazy and told me i didn't do anything. For a long time that was reality. That was my life.