Prologue

(This explains why the MC acts the way he does very concisely.)

When does a person reach the point of no return? Usually when they kill somebody.

So how come I have lost all of my faith in life and society if I have never committed such an atrocity?

From an early age, I lived in a troubled household. I am the eldest son of Owen's family, Dan.

That's right eldest, I had a brother and a sister. Both of them, unfortunately, left me to rot alone in this place. I don't know if as their older brother I should be happy for them.

My sister died at the tender age of 3 in a car accident. It's labeled as such but I'd like to think it was negligence. From the driver? I suppose him too but mainly my mother.

Have you ever had a teacher that clearly shouldn't be working with children? Yeah, that's just like my mom, she never should have been a mother.

She was far too busy talking with her lady friends to care about the daughter she at times so proudly showed off. I guess children are like dolls you toss aside once you are done playing. Show off and then toss.

Where was I at that time? I was suffering from my alcoholic father. Only a few years older yet I had already seen many inexplicable sights. You see, while my mom loves clubbing my dad likes to do the opposite. Stay at home with other women.

Not quite the opposite but it was as things were done.

So far my life seems pretty miserable but it wasn't all downsides. For example, when my mom had my little brother my dad refused to take care of another annoying kid. So they ended up getting a divorce. It was long overdue truth be told.

I lived with my mom and now that I had grown a couple of years I was in charge of taking care of my little brother. It wasn't bad at all.

In the first place unlike everybody else he valued and looked up to me. You see, I wasn't the greatest at academics, I wasn't exactly an athlete either. My mom grew to hate me, she said I was useless. Worst of all I reminded her of our dad. I mean, even I hate myself for that.

So it was very refreshing to have someone that respects you. We grew up. Mom was increasingly distant. I'd say it was for the best though. I got to high school but things weren't looking good, I got myself a job at a gas station.

One morning I found out my mom died from a heart attack. How timely, I have a job now at least. It was the only thing I could tell myself to conform to myself as the tears involuntarily rained. Little brother wasn't very happy either but what could I do about that? Smile? Put up a brave front? I wasn't capable of that, I was a wreck myself.

Now, this is the part where my brother and I live past hardship and become valuable members of society. In another reality perhaps, definitely not in this life.

With my ever so bleak outlook on life, I wouldn't dare dream of a future.

So I toiled away for my brother, if I couldn't succeed at least he would.

I know what you are thinking, how did he die? And to that, I say if you know please do inform me.

You see, I am tired of putting up missing posters.

Let's review, my dad? MIA. Mom? Dead Sister? Dead. Brother? Missing.

I wonder if I could maybe one day wake up and find out it was all just a nightmare. That would be great.