If you're reading this because you're looking for a sweat story, with confetti candy and glazing on top, with a Disney ending, I'll advise you to not read any further. My story doesn't end well. Granted that in all honesty the story, even at this moment is not over yet, but when I look to future, things are not looking so promising for me. But I digress, I've never really been the positive type. So sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story. A story about a destiny written in my blood, a destiny I was meant to fulfill at all cost. That was the rule. But hey, I say rules are meant to be broken. Where to start? I guess it all stared the day my mom met that tool. (AN_ Just so you know, this story actually has a happy ending, I can't stand sad endings, so you have nothing to worry about, those of you like me.)