I was destroyed. Everyday I would look at myself in the mirror and tell myself how discusting and dreadful my physical appearance was. We were poor and unhappy. My dad loved me. My mom loved me. Until my sister died a year ago.My mom started smoking and taking drugs. My dad drowned in alcohol and raped me every sunday. I worked as a clerk in Lost Angeles. I finally meet a man, which I later learn is named Tom Atkin. What if that red-blondish head is somehow related to that savior of mine? What if that guy is called Harry Styles?