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er screaming in rage, followed by

king up to an alarm every morning. It became

other day god didn’t answer my prayer

tomorrow, I thou

made me feel like a bad person. But as the days passed, as I became ce

bed and head tow

on staring back at me. It wasn’t me. Or it wasn’t who I wanted to be. Why? We

lived in this god forsa

for having the unfortunate fate of being born and

around 500 people, located in Alaska; more specifically, located within a collectio

half hour drive from here,

perfect place for smuggling anyt

of things

gold, alcohol, cigarettes, fabr

ne products that are smuggled through

things I listed multiplied by ten. But, they were f

to decide

Sn

ple who started

s I blame for be

her, this place would have been just a pile o

nt to become an

source of incoming money, the original Snow

d attracted other people from nearby towns; that’s where my family comes into the picture, and establish

ion to the prosperity of ‘Snow’, their na

now school, Snow hospital, Snow supermar

fucking joke on its own, you can imagine what k

m bust desperately trying; and failing, to stop the smuggling busin

built and established, people gradually started earning their money through the legal businesses established by

our population now, the

th a moral code, h

ugs or human trafficking to b

eir number

town for suspicion of unsolved cri

e the town, but not

pulation, the Walkers; my family, make

e are a lot of other distant relatives liv

Snows for the past thirty years, despite o

the town can probably prosper solely on the numero

come, and the Snows had a lot more than us. But greed is a fat demo

lan named Isaac Snow were having some kind o

e of those disagreements with the Snows,

at the receiving

y on my poor mom, but I always inte

s beatings and took all the harsh treatments on herself. But after I grew up enough, I couldn’t watch helpless anymore, or cover my ears with a p

d my share of suffering. I wa

atic childhood. It forever changed my perspectiv

ne something to piss him off or not,

to run away from him all those years. Or t

nto submission and I se

er. The best mom. But she was

n’t save us from that monster of a man either. But it s

him anyway since they allowed her marriage to him in the first place. Her only family remaining now is her sister; aunt Jenna, who was lucky

hing more than to leave this hell hole. But I can’t

unt us down before we

of the extent to which we where being treated, my mom and I made it seem like a once in a month t

as I run the comb through my

length, straight hair w

or was inherited

father. I hate those eyes. Because when I look my

d, mine are fiery supporte

defiant, fearl

fucking illusion. I w

ars was standing up to him and provoking him enough

e time. I blame that o

as 15 years old, after I passed out from my father’s

when I was taken to the hospital that night, or the whole t

people were saints

of them prevent us from ever leaving this town and living our lives the way we w

is ever since the t

ither because of its illegal activities. T

rusted enough to be

to live here in the fi

due to severe hyperglycemia; hig

; which wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns

rable, draining, chroni

t the beginning, both to acce