Proloog
If you’re expecting a sweet story, stop now. From the moment I drew my first breath, my life has been a tangled mess—abuse, drugs, and a relentless urge to escape the hell I call existence. Love? It existed once, but it was ripped from me like flesh from bone. Hope faded with every lie, every needle, every stolen piece of me.
There’s no fairytale ending here.
Or, in a twisted way… could there be one after all?