They say humans could never be under complete control. That explains why I was thrown into the toilet bowl when I was two, trapped under the blanket at the age of four, blamed guilty for an act I hadn't done, and by seven I had a taste of hell.

Now that I remember, there was an incident where I almost died from a school bus when I was nine!

But I've miraculously survived.

So, did I ever mention having brothers yet?

No?

Well I do.

The one who tossed me in the toilet bowl to 'give me a bath', the one who buried me under blankets claiming that he was a superhero who had to 'save me' from the dragon's dungeon. The one who insisted feeding a seven year old spicy chicken feet. The one who stole my bouncy ball to show off that he could bounce it higher than me, ended up on the road and I nearly saw my death in front of me.

Now eighteen, I thought they'd leave me alone. Oh, I was terribly wrong.

Help! This house is chaos.