Growing up, I was never a normal child. I lived a life mostly secluded to hide my identity. I left my mother Country, to try to live the American Dream but also to run away from the nightmare that it was to be me. Some Christ believers do believe that a church is their second home. In the spiritual place I chose as part of my faith, they had a say: prior to being born, we chose our family. Although I might believe that to be true, it is not always the case when it is the other way around. My book is my utopia as a plotted revenge to avenge everyone who has done me wrong; especially every member of my family. Dear Mom, Dad, friends and family, may you all burn for eternity in hell for what you have done to me.