I am used to pain and I am used to don't matter. But he's changed that part of me, he is showing me that this life, hurtful like nothing else, sometimes has it's own good moments, and that I have to learn how to live them. My brother died. My mother died. My father got sick and became my worst enemy and at the same time the only I got. I had been hidden from the world for almost all my life and now, now I'm starting to see a escape to all this, but I'm sure it'll have my blood as an exchange.