The day I was discharged from the hospital, my twin sister committed suicide. All that was left on her phone was a final text message: "Save me." She had been ostracized at school, forced to drink toilet water, and had her fingers stapled by the bullies, leaving her battered and bruised. A month later, I entered school with a face identical to my sister's. The bullies were thrilled. I was thrilled too. Because I had a natural antisocial personality. The only connection I had with humanity was my sister.