Where nobody can help me, where nobody wants to help. I’ve been thinking about that since I was ten, but there were many reasons why I couldn’t understand. My mom told me that I was special and it was because my daddy wasn’t with me, but how could I be special?

My friends treated me in a different way; they beat me. They bet each other to see who hit harder and the winner had the admiration of everyone. It wasn’t a special treatment at least not in a good way. Mom never told me why dad wasn’t with us, but I can bet that she was guilty.

That’s why I ask to myself where am I living, and I answer to myself that I’m not living at home or somewhere, I have my own home; I live inside my mind, in my mental labyrinth. I decided it, I did it, I wanted to be alone and it was my only exit.