So okay, I'm a monster. But look what I have to deal with--my brother is
a frightened little freak, my father is selfish and ill-tempered, my
mother is an ignorant doormat and my friends are just plain irritating.
And I'm in a prison surrounded by them all, with nowhere to escape.
People insist on seeing the worst in me. So, I show them the worst. But
one day, something happens . . . and suddenly I see what these
relationships and people (however annoying), mean to me. I've been a
bully for such a long time now, I've almost forgotten what it's like to
be human. What if it's too late?