Kassandra's POV
Back when I was young and immature, I often wished to get hurt and tried drowning myself with sadness. Pain sometimes attracts me. It was as if, when I am in pain, my creative side will flow like a chain.
I was so in love with getting hurt because I have been loved by the same person who raised me all my life.
My Dad.
I may not have a Mom I grew up with, but he completes me. He became my mother and father figure. He was never absent or late when we had a family day in grade school. When I feel sad because my friends in school did not let me borrow their things, he automatically runs to me and treats me to ice cream to appease me. Whenever I was sulky during my high school days because my crush did not like me, Dad always comforted me and reminded me that ev
