I had nothing. I took care of me, myself, and I. My parents were never at the run down place I called home, because it was a little more than boards held together by nails. My small town job, paying minimum wage of course, held me together. I wasn't sure when I would escape my hell, but it came; and I left. To London. *Note to Readers: The timeline of events in this story does not follow the sequential video timeline of either AmazingPhil or Danisnotonfire. The events are scrambled and chosen to fit in the plot line.