I should just walk out and leave. Leave all the emptiness in that house that was full of hatred. Hatred was the spotlight of all who'd livid in that place I would call hell. Hell is where the sins kept coming to life. Life was picture perfect. Perfect was just a word in disguise. Disguise was the only way to hide it all. All was Any and every thing that had happened in reality. Reality became the worse. Worse as in me. Me as in the one who was done trying. Trying was something I was good at failing. Failing was the right word to describe this family. Family was all I had. Had, keyword.