A/N - Okay so this is my first fic- please be nice
I don't own anything.
Prologue
If you ask anyone how the world is divided, he'll give you more than just one answer. but I have the correct one; world is divided into strong and weak. What makes the strong stronger is their lack of conscience. The ability to cause pain to another person and not to care at all. to watch him scream in agony and keep beating him to a pulp, or watch him crying in pain and keep divert them all against him, insulting him, breaking him and turning him into a joke. Their sadistic mind is what makes them strong, their psychotic mind.
I'm actually glad I am who I am; a girl about the middle of the popularity chart, who can't handle the school's bullies, but at least not a psychotic mind.
At list that's what I used to tell myself. Till the point when I found myself in Tanya Denali's basement.
A/N - what do u think ? :)
