Amy was alright. She was my twin sister. She was preppy, and blond, and a cheerleader, but that was just at school. When we were at home, we were best friends. I mean, I guess she'd always been shallow, maybe a little weak, but she was my sissy, I loved her.

My mom ... I guess Amy and Mom were more alike than I thought. They look alike. Amy and I aren't identical. I have my dad's coloring. But Mom was definitely weak. Dad bullied her a bit, although he never did anything that would cause lasting damage. She was also silly. She had no concept of what was important. She worried about her hair, makeup, her weight, what the neighbors were doing, and what they thought she was doing, stupid stuff. She was soft.

My dad. I don't want to talk about him. I never want to talk about him. He's an asshole, a fucking waste of flesh. He's in jail now, for the second time, and I'm sorta drifting, what with Dee who the hell knows where, and her dad in a coma, and my dad escaping from jail to kill me. And then some. Mom and Amy moved. I'm not sure where. I don't care anymore. In the end, my whole family is a waste of space and breath.