Most people turn to drugs and alcohol when things aren't going right. I turn to imagination, the imagination of all those great authors and producers, that have come up with completely different worlds, alternate universes. I'll dissolve into a world when things are perfect, where superheroes exist. Where innocents are saved from evil villains by people wearing capes and spandex. Worlds like Dc Comics, or Young Justice. Sure, their lives weren't perfect, but they were better than mine.

My whole life is a sob story. My mother died when I was three, and my father buried himself in grief, never to be revived. He became abusive, and I have the bruises to prove it. He never let me go to school, so I would borrow the curriculum and study by myself. I had become moderately smart, as far as I can tell. Fourteen, and already half way through eleventh grade. I had studied many different subjects and curriculums, and could speak Spanish, French, and Japanese relatively well.

But still, there was that yearning, the desire for something else. A loving family, friends, a meaning for life. When will somebody hear my heart's cry?