DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW
All my life, I believed one thing- I was cursed to be all alone. It was the reason i had no parents and had lived the early years of my life in the shitty orphanage in Pittsburgh with evil nuns that were rotting in hell after the revenge i had on them.
The first time I realized that I was in hell, one of the nuns, Lisa, had taken me to a bathroom and kept me under the tub full of water for what felt like hours- I was three years old.
She had held me under for so long, my tiny lungs had hurt as they took in so much water. All I could hear over the water was her mumbling.
"Die, you devil, die!" as she put her entire weight in keeping me under the water. It was the shout of one of the older nuns who had barged into the bathroom that made her stop, but I was already
