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Take a swig and forget.

That's what her mother said to her. It was her motto.The key in her eyes to solve all life's vicious problems. To repair all household dysfunctions. The girl remembers every night that her mother spent on the cold white-tiled floor passed out.Until her body couldn't take more. Every drop of life was gone like an empty whisky bottle.

Cannabis is a deadly escape.

The last words her father said before he sold her away with her younger brother.A bitter friend of her father. The drug made him so dillusional that he forgot what it meant to have a family. He doesn't even remember his wife's name. His alcoholic lover. The woman who tore up there perfect family image.

All I am is an object.

The girl who's funnily enough not the main subject here. The girl who left her little brother alone while she got a job. A disgusting one too. One that no one would take except if necessary. Prostitution. She may have brought in money but never love. Her little brother soon felt alone. Discarded and she thought she was an object.

Through all those times no one noticed. No one cared . All of them helped destroy that word. Family. No one even looked at the boy.

A few years later he was truly alone. His sister left him for a gangster.

Monsters aren't born but created.

The words I hissed at the girl. The girl who changed that little boy into me. A monster. With all the hatred I had bundled up inside of me. Because through all those things the most dangerous thing is me.