My name is Drew Hayden and unlucky is my middle name. When I first opened my eyes to the world as a baby, my parents got a divorce. My dad left us for another woman. My very own mother then had a mental break down and took it out on me. I was only two back then, but I could remember the aching pain when her fist came in contact with my skin. Thankfully, my neighbor heard my wailing and called 911. My body was red and swollen from the beating, my lungs wouldn't cooperate and I had to be rushed to the emergency room. It was a traumatizing experience…
Now though, my mom got her brain back. She had to cope with the pain that her loved one is living happily with another woman; someone she could not compete with, for they had stolen the love of her life. Because of all this, I began to lose hope. I began to think love is useless… My dad swore to be together until the end to my mom, yet he threw it all away. My mother then lost herself, all because of love. What is love? Do we, as human, really need love? Because I don't think I'll ever need it in life.
But boy, I was wrong…