Every day for six years I prayed that I would find my way back to the boy I loved. Until finally, one day, I did. But that's the funny thing in life. Nothing good ever lasts, at least not for me. You think that the power is in you, at least I thought so, but then I became too careless. One small mistake and now I'm powerless to stop what happens next. People think money equals power, but all the money in my bank account, the dirty bills washed clean that my father left me, is useless. Money doesn't equal power. Power belongs to the one who holds the knife in his hand, drawing shallow cuts into your skin. Power belongs to the one who owns you. Once I had power. Now I have nothing.