The last thing I remember was the gnawing hunger, locked in the shed by my parents who believed my adopted sister' s outrageous lie.
"I'm a time-traveler!" Britney had shrieked, claiming I'd ruined our family in a past life and killed them.
My own parents, without a single question, bought her story, seeing her as a savior and me, their biological child, as a monster.
They bound me, broke my limbs, and left me for dead in our dark, dank basement, all to ensure Britney got everything I had worked for.
