Every single one of those could be used to describe me. They can tell you my story-my sad past-without a single syllable passing through my lips. I hate them-those who lied to me. They claimed to love me, but in reality they used me when convenient. My parents. Sister. And now Talan. Loving them has left me empty. Sad. Alone. Not anymore. Screw them. My love has turned to anger...hate. Now, what consumes me is the urge to destroy, to force them to see what they wrecked with their carelessness. My name will never be forgotten. Not after I have my revenge.