(1/3) ‘’I remember he promised to come over for my birthday one time but he never showed up. My father was addicted to drugs and sometimes we wouldn’t hear from him for months. My mother raised my brother, sister and me all by herself. Since I was the eldest, I felt really responsible for my siblings. As a child I would often go to the library. There I discovered fantasy and black magic books which became my escape from reality. I was a smart kid but once puberty came along I became rebellious. I felt misunderstood by the adults around me and I remember being angry all the time. When I turned seventeen my mother was no longer able to handle me. I was doing drugs, I would skip classes and I would fight with my siblings a lot. One day after a huge fight with my little brother my mother said enough and she kicked me out. From that moment l was pretty much on my own..“