Prologue
I don't think things will ever change.
From my little sister's sobbing and anger.
My older sister's over protectiveness.
My father's anger and belt.
Bullying and anger.
Yeah, lots of anger.
And child abuse.
A lot of anger.
None of us got over the fact that my mom was gone.
She's never coming back.
She died.
The headaches will never go away.
From the screaming, crying, the sound of a whip, shouting and arguments.
I can't get over the scent of blood.
The dripping sound of blood.
Lots of blood.
Before I sign off.
Let me tell you a story.
A very long story.
About my life.
Signing off,
Nico di Angelo.