“He was my brother I couldn't just let him die... he had to suffer first.”
My life was vicious, but don't feel sorry for me. I wasn't always the victim; in fact, I left a few victims of my own.
I had to. It's called survival, and I wasn't going to survive if I was weak. I’ll tell you my story but I warn you now, it’s not pretty. I came from a family made up of killers, rapists, and thieves. Remorse isn't in our vocabulary.
But what I've done is not more important than how I got this way. A woman that's seen way too much and learned everything through trial and error.
You have to take what you want and make it a reality because no matter your journey, you have to fight. Lucky for me, when I needed a weapon, I could use the knife others buried in my back to cut my way through life.