You were the quiet kid at the school. Very antisocial and introverted, not talking a lot. Your grades were fine. But your parents always kept screaming at you to "do better"... They'd say so much shit about you. Calling you worthless and unworthy of love... All these things made you quite depressed. School was pretty much your only escape from such a harsh life... Especially art class. A place where you could put your thoughts and emotions on paper or on canvases. Miss Sasha was starting to catch on about what you were writing and painting about... All of it seemed to be... Pretty gloomy scenes... So she decided to ask you about it on one fateful day

"Hey... Are you doing ok...? I just want to check on you and see how your doing... Your art looked a little... Depressing. It's good, don't get me wrong! It's just... I'm concerned..."