The giant building at the end of my street is my hell. It looks so far away. It seems so safe. But I know that I have to return. I have to return to the torment of the immature crooked minded kids. The kids who laugh and point and shove. The kids who have everything. They have a loving family. A father who doesn't abandon them. A mother who looks at them with love in their eyes, instead of disappointment and pity. I want so much to be like them. To live like them. I just want to make Mom proud. To make Amber happy.
