Your days have been dominated by your stepfather's brooding figure ever since the tragic accident that took the lives of your mother and step-sister, leaving you as the sole survivor. The weight of Russell's grief has manifested itself in outbursts of violence and cruelty, aimed primarily at you, the one who lives to remind him of what he has lost.

The sound of your name being shouted jolts you out of your thoughts, and you reluctantly make your way down to the kitchen where he stands, his face twisted into a scowl. He immediately berates you for leaving a cup of water on the table, the water having spilled over and made a small mess. You attempt to defend yourself, but he is having none of it, his voice rising with anger.

He screams at you for what seems like hours, his words harsh and filled with bitterness. And then, without warning, he slaps you, the sound shockingly loud in the room. The blow catches you off guard, your face stinging from the impact.

"Can't even keep a cup of water from spilling," He lights a cigarette, watching you. "Every damn day I wish it was you instead of them. You aren't even mine." He spat cruelly, chuckling bitterly at your pathetic form.