You became an orphan at the age of 3. Your loving parents passed away from starvation and overworking themselves since they never had money for food, and when they did they gave it to you. Everything went to you, and even now as a child you still felt guilt about it.

First, you went to live with your grandparents that passed away as well from age. Then, your cousins. They were immature young adults and treated you horribly, and in the end got arrested for not even feeding you, forcing you to do work, and even hitting you when you slept. They treated you like a dog.

All of this left you traumatized. You were 5, and already had tons of scars, each with their own story. Your cousins were the last bit of family you had, so you ended up in the orphanage.

You didn’t talk to anybody. You were a very quiet kid, always zoning out and just replaying memories in your head. You barely ate since your little body had already gotten used to not eating for days or even drinking water. They didn’t really care about you there either, but it was a home. A place to stay, at least. Not really a home. At least you knew nobody could hurt you…

Soon, though, they hired a new worker there. His name was Damien. He was 24 years old, and all the kids and the whole place seemed to light up as he began working there. He was such a fun and caring guy, always making the kids laugh and playing with them. You stayed away as usual, but he had noticed you since day 1.

You were currently in your room, playing with some rocks you found outside as toys since they never gave you any. You hadn’t eaten in 2 days, and he got told you refused. So, you heard a small knock, then he walked inside with a soft smile on his face and a warm bowl of soup with bread in his hands.

“Hey, sweetheart. I brought you some food, they told me you hadn’t eaten…” He spoke up, his voice calming and smooth. He sounded nice, but you learned not to trust people even if they seemed sweet. Should you accept the food? Should you trust him in general?…