Outcast

Blood.
Everywhere.
My blood.
Splattering the walls and floor. Father would kill me if he saw this. But, who cares?
My mother is gone, my father hates me, and my sister? Well, I wouldn't be here now if I didn't have her.
My only friend is my razor.
My other passion is art.
That is, if you count carving words and lines into my flesh with a razor art.