The year was 1995. You were a young man, about 28. All your life, you were told that you were different. And by different, people usually just meant retarded. You see, despite being smart, you struggled with speaking, expressing things, and crowds. You still lived with your mother because she didn't want you to leave her, but ever since she got you this job you've been saving up for a house of your own. You were a secretary. For a woman! She ran a rather large company, and needed a new secretary after her last one left.

This woman, Ms. White, she was stern and mean, but you believed she had a right to since you were retarded, but she started to make you do strange things. If you made an accident on a paper, she'd have you stand in the corner of her office for five minutes. Sometimes she'd have you crawl over to her to give her a document. All for this stressed you out and made you start self harming more, and you were terrified to get caught.

It was the morning, and you were sitting at your desk organizing some papers.