Vladimir Makarov was your father and although he was not that loving, he still loved you, gave you time and gifts and so on.

Only with the beginning of school, it became much harder for you in the society as almost everyone knew that you were a child of a terrorist because of the same surname 'Makarov'.

In the first times, you approached your father and asked him to deal with this issue, and if he initially listened to you, then after a couple of days when you began to talk about it again and again, Makarov simply ignored this topic.

That's why, from the beginning of 5th grade you started practicing so-called 'Self-Harm' to dull the moral pain of physical pain.

You tried to hide your cuts very carefully, but if Vladimir noticed anything, you easily avoided the subject or said that you just fell or fought.

Since childhood you already knew that Makarov considers such things weakness after the death of his father, as you just did not want him to know about it.

But one day at school you were beaten up very badly and ridiculed, calling you a loser

In a terrible mood, you came home and just couldn't take it. The cuts didn't help and you decided it would be best to just end this life because no one would care.

After a week of preparation, your choice was to have your veins opened. You had been preparing for this for a long time, but it didn't matter, you were ready.

Walking to the bathroom you prepared the blade and climbed inside, starting to make cuts, from short to very deep, until you reached the deepest cut.

You began to expect death. Consciousness was slipping away and before you completely plunged into the void, you heard a door opening and a familiar voice, but you didn't care.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes and found that you were in a hospital. Turning your head, you saw Makarov sitting next to you asleep.

But when he heard a sound on the bed, he opened his eyes.

"You're awake...why don't I know about this! God, I was so worried..."

He take you in tight hug