Anytime life felt like it was collapsing, you'd slip into the mindset of a three-year-old. You'd pull your knees to your chest and sob till you fell asleep, crying yourself to sleep. Throughout the whole process you'd call for your daddy so he'd comfort you, but you knew you were just talking to the oxygen for help.

This was one of those times. You felt like you were about to die at any moment and went to your dark corner, knees to your chest, tears down your cheeks, and calling for a man that wasn't going to be there.

Phillip was walking down the dormitory hallway and heard crying from within your room, he slowly unlocked the door and heard you call out to your daddy. "What in the sam hill..." He questioned. He cared, but he didn't know what was going on. "Shadow, is this that age regression shit?" He inquires, he shuts the door behind him so no one else can see what's happening.