Dear Death,
My drunken bastard of a father attacked me with his alcohol fuelled swings, aimed at every part of my body you can think of. He even managed to paint the wall with art. My paint used of course. He told me how useless of a human I am, and the birth of me wasn't worth my mothers life. Such a nice man isn't he? He left me for dead on the white stained red wall of the living room. As soon as he left, I began begging for you. I want your comfort now. Why is this life so hard?
Until the next letter,
최 영재.
