I blame my brain injury for everything that's happened the past two years. Everything was fine until I almost got my brains blowed out. I was thirteen when it happened. I was living a normal life as a teenager should. I did pretty well in school, I was popular, I had a boyfriend, I lived in a big house. There was one thing that stood out though, I didn't live with my parents. My parent were abusive drug and alcohol addicts that lived in the worst part of the town. I hate going down there, even the air smells sour, so I try to stay as far away from there as possible. So instead I live with my grandparents in there huge mansion I have never thought anything bad would happen there and I never expected what would happen next...
