chapter one

"Motherfucker!" I hissed in pain, wrapping my bruised knuckles in gauze and watching my own blood coat the white porcelain sink below me. Sighing, my eyes traveled upwards to meet my own reflection in the mirror. Wiping the fog from the glass I finally saw my familiar brown eyes, but unsurprisingly I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me. I bit my own lip and lightly touched the cut that had taken refuge right above my left eyebrow, wincing. What drove me to do the things I did? Who was I?