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Tears and pain....That's all I can remember. I was a child but it didn't matter. I knew the feeling of sadness and loneliness better than anyone. Pain was the only reminder I had that I was alive. I was four when it all started. I ended it when I was thirteen. I promised myself from that day forward that I would never cry again. Crying was for the weak, and I wasn't weak. Not anymore.

Lillian was only four when her mom moved in some stranger. She was expected to call him dad. He was nothing to her..... Or so she thought. He destroyed her family....Her life. He took away the thing that was most important to her. He made her miserable. He turned everyone away from her. He shut her off from the world. He hurt her in the most treacherous ways possible. At thirteen she had enough. She decided to end his life like he had her. Except she didn't make him suffer. One bullet to the head and he was forever gone. He couldn't hurt her anymore, or so she thought. From that day forward she promised herself she would never cry again. Crying was for the weak and she wasn't weak. She turned her blue sorrowful life into a self-driven hatred toward everyone, and now all she can see is red and lord so help anyone that tries to hurt her ever again.