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"The hope for the sweet ending always delights every human being although most done bad deeds that torture them in their grave bed." That's what my dad used to told to his child when we were young. I always been pampered by my parents as I'm the last child from 10th family member. In the eye's of my parents, I'm their last hope for this family and I know they will hate me of what I'd become now.

In the beginning, I show my potential as a surgeon in such early age and I was the rising star of the academy but all star falls and same goes to me. As I crawled back to where I belong, I saw the abyss of life and hollowness of the empty. For some, their attaraxia is tranquility. But for me, my own attaraxia is the death of many.

As I started to sober from my endless drinking, the wrath of my attaraxia is endless as the memories of the past reminds me on how cruel they was towards me. I shuttered in pale and anger with my victim of my cats paw lays on my self made surgery bed filled with mutating hang on her body. I know this is the end of my life and the start of the new one.