I couldn't take it anymore. Not the beatings, not the drunken rages, not even the apologetic sober states.

My father's a drunkard, my mother, a coward.

In other words, my life sucks. If I don't get bullied one day, I'll be beaten the next. Actually, I get beaten and bullied every day, so it really doesn't make a difference.

In other words, my life sucks. Really sucks.

The world, as I put it, mocks me. It shouts "Hey everyone, come check out Rebecca, the Queen of the losers!"

Hence, my nickname Rebec, not only does it sound like rebel, but also reject, which is simply what I am.

A royal rebel reject.

Funny how life works huh?