I guess I never had a good life. My mom's never home and buys my love with presents. My dad's an alcoholic. We never know when he's gonna leave, or when he'll be back. But that's not the worst of it. A couple of years ago, I had had quite enough of my own personal hell, so I tried to escape. I tried to do it 4 times. The fourth time, it sent me to the hospital. And apparently suicide attempts are illegal in Circleville, Indiana. Or, at least, it is for the doctor's daughter's worst enemy. Now I'm on the run. No food, no drinks, no home. All I have is my shoes, my lip ring, and my trusty old razor blade.