My dad left when I was twelve, he said he could not deal with my mother's problems. All my love and tears are gone, my sympathy is dead and my resistance to kill is running out.
The hell I once called home was now tainted with my blood and the woman I once loved was the enemy that had to go. My little sister died by the hands of that devil for not keeping up her grades and my big brother left to keep his sanity because 'I'm not staying with that monster'. That was the last I saw from him. I'm eighteen now with my bags packed ,money secured and my hatred taking over. 'She deserves to die' I thought and I couldn't agree more with myself.
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Welcome to my life
RandomI was abused by my mom for so long. My dad left me with my mother. After growing so much hatred for her the desire to kill placed smiles on my face. This is my life and how I became an assassin.
