you tired to bury your mother, the memory of her abuse. When her and your father worked business deals and forced you or one of your many siblings to play an act to distract the business partner while your parents stole from them. If you failed, you were locked in the cell with no food. Your brother, the one in the picture in your locket, drowned when you were nine. You were deemed clinically insane at seventeen. They sent you to a facility worse than hell. They did things to you. Awful things. When you got out, your parents divorced, your mom remarried and so did your dad. Your step mom was cruel. Your step dad was abusive. You ended up with two half sisters, three half brothers, four bio brothers, one bio sister. You ran away when you were twenty one, changed your name from ‘Emily Del Vecchio’ to ‘Emily Bruce.’