"when I was little, I grew up to believe that you did what you were told or there were consequences and I grew up to believe my father was always right and I grew up to believe daddy was the one who'd hit me for that joke but mummy would laugh and I grew up believing that fairy tales were for the small ones and weak of mind and there were much bigger books to be read and when I was little I had always wanted an older brother I could run to when daddy came home angry and when I got a little older they had a new baby and they treated her like a princess and she grew up believing mommys and daddys never hurt their children and they would always love her unconditionally and she grew up still believing in Santa and the Easter bunny and the monsters under the bed and I hated her I hated her even though I should've been grateful that she got better than I did I hated her because I wanted the life she had and so I acted out to get back at him the man who calls himself my father and I did things I knew he'd kill me for if he ever found out but man was I a sneaky kid even if I was kept locked up in my fucking hell tower."
-I escaped the hell tower.[a•m]
