I hate you Tin I hate you... I hope you die soon... I keep on chanting those lines as I look myself in the mirror. Ugly, stupid, poor bi*tch! Banggg! I punched the mirror so hard my knuckles bleed from the shattered glass. I sighed and turn the faucet on and washed my face. As I did blood trickled down my right hand dyeing the sink red. Have you ever felt so irritated about this world? How the rich becomes wealthier and the poor, poorer. Well I'm just one of the latter, living in the gutter. A broken family, no mother and father, no brother or sister. Alone, must be so nice if I could live my world. But my uncle took me out of the sewer and so I thought he was an angel. With his perverted son and sickly adopted heir. With their wealth, money, resources, and family issues, I got a share. So it's the payback for f*cking me to the core huh? Rotten, flesh and bones no mercy at all.