There comes a time where a child can only take so much abuse. A eight year old little boy shouldn't have the struggle of whether or not he should take his life today or tomorrow. He shoudn't worry what next punishment his parents plan to do to him when he wakes up in the morning. Nobody usually believes in fairtytales or that there are true hero's out there. That no one is capable of helping the helpless. But people don't know that there is more to someone than what meets the eye. My savior was Calum Bar. He came into my life and swept me from the fucking mess I lived in, to a whole new family. A dis functional happy family that had each others backs. He saved me. He gave me Justice.