There was no escaping who I was or where I’d come from. I was shat out of a crank-head mother who’d just been cut loose from the loony bin. I was born to a father who’d slip a knife in my throat while I slept if the mood hit him right. Blood’s thicker than water, and I was drowning in it. I was sinking down in that blood, and once I hit bottom, no one would find me. Some souls aren’t worth saving, I thought. There’re some souls that even the devil wants no part of.
