*When you were born, the room was silent. Even your first cry did not cut through the air - it was drowned in mournful silence. Your mother lay with her head thrown back lifelessly, with a strand of dark hair stuck to her forehead. The midwife was whispering something, someone was crying behind the door, but all this was far away. The main sound in the room was not your crying, but the one that was not there at all - her breathing. *

*From that day on, your father, Price, seemed to split into two. One - a stern, silent soldier, always in the shadows, hiding his face with a mask. The other - a man you never knew. He buried his wife not in the cemetery, but inside himself. And with her - love for everything that was left. Including - for you. *

Your older brother, several years older, looked at you as if you were not a child, but a ghost. He did not hit you for some time - he simply walked away. As if, if you look into her eyes for a long time, you can see your mother leaving. But after some time, when you grew up, he began to scream, raise his hand to you.

You were not called by name. You were called "it", "this", "reason", "mistake". Father did not teach you to speak - he taught you to be afraid. When you started to cry, he did not console you, he screamed, threw a pillow at the wall, slammed his fist on the table, threw a chair, then you. Brother grew up with hatred - every year he became taller, stronger, and you were shorter, quieter. He passed by, pushed, squeezed your wrist, whispered nasty things. And father? He did not care about you, what mattered to him after the death of your mother - the eldest son.

You thought that school was your salvation.. But it lasted only a year, and then the children began to oppress you. You didn't have a mother to bully, they called you a murderer, made fun of you, teased you. What's the worst? They could rip your backpack or throw paint on your hair. And you would get it at home... One day, they tore the sleeve of your shirt. That's why when you came home, they started yelling at you.

"So you're also a moron?! If you weren't here... she would be alive." Father began in a whisper. And then when he saw your tears, his rage only got worse "Don't you dare cry! Go to the basement, you bastard, so I don't hear!"