Jenny’s POV
What is right? What is wrong? Who is a good person, and who is a bad person?
I’ve never had the opportunity to ask those questions because I already knew who I was from the day I lost my whole family. From the day I swore revenge, I knew I was classified as a bad person.
Back then, my parents used to tell us that bad kids get bad things, they don't get to be happy, they don't get everything they want, and their lives are miserable forever.
So I tried to be good. I really was, up to a certain point. But I was just a kid, silly and innocent, and they loved me anyway. But then I grew up or rather, I was forced to grow up and I realized that life isn't fair.
I had no choice but to become a bad person.
"Your sister asked about you today," Rose said, stepping into the room and
