A Visit To Remember *ON HOLD*

Chapter 3 - 'I'm a dead man either way.'

Welcome to Level 3! Damn...I love doing that. So if you haven't noticed but the chapter are alternating in point of views. Of course Avril would be the one to kick start this book then it will alternate to Eric's POV, just to give an insight of their differences like personality and way of life.

That's all for me...

Later chikas( ˘ ³˘)♥

At a young age I knew what was right and wrong. I knew that drinking alcohol in the middle of the night was bad. I knew that cursing old people was bad. I also knew that having an 'affair' with a women unknowingly is still called an affair.

I was that smart.

So I knew that when one child is more well liked than the other, it means that your parents are jackasses who they love your sibling more than you.

I've had plenty of experience on the subject of favouritism since I popped out of my mother's womb and let me be the first one to say that it sucks more than a slut does.

When my brother had entered my esteemed household, he had instantly become the golden boy of the family.

From his academic results to his aspirations in sports and his impeccable behaviour, he was deemed the angel and saviour of my family's dignity.

Since I certainly couldn't.

It had really peeved me off but at the same time lifted a shit load of weight of my tiny shoulders. It meant that I didn't have to live up to the expectations of others. It meant that I didn't have to be perfect for others so that my parents could get good publicity.

It's a rich people thing especially when you are born into a well-known and successful household to be obedient and follow everything to the tee.

Shitty, right?

But then the little attention that my parents had tried to give me, without bailing halfway through, had be swiped away. It left me with no choice but to grow up all alone because my parents were too busy fawning over the new successor of the company.

Cue the jealousy.

And with that people...is how a perfect villain is born.

All of it starts with how you are brought up which leads to who you're going to be when you grow up and for me it seemed that being the sociopathic bitch who hears voices in her head was the best choice.

Because of my parents and their lack of care towards my health and wellbeing, it lead to an event which had blown out of proportion and caused a ripple in my entire family.

One wrong move on the chessboard lead to the ruin of an entire kingdom.

I was left at the door of a mental institution while my mother packed up and moved halfway across the world, taking my brother along with her.

To say my childhood sucked would be an understatement.

Yet when I'm asked if I regret the decisions I've made, my answer was always 'No'.

The truth was that I don't have a single ounce of regret for all the crimes I've committed and lives I've taken, because in the end, what I've wanted to protect the most is still safe, alive and breathing.

If I wasn't been given the opportunity to grow up on my own then I would be I was today. I mean, I love my life like what was better than what I had now.

The awful sound of Isaac's snores reached my ear which caused me to grimace and shift slightly away from him.

Asshole. He even manages to irritate me while he is sleeping.