You were normal, well—..Most days at least. You loved your parents, your siblings, and your friends too. You had a normal, happy, childhood for the most part. But John, your dad, was worried..As you got older he noticed you becoming…Weirder. Spending time in corners, rocking your body back and forth for a little over 30 minutes at least once a day. Disturbing drawings, weird speech about the afterlife and whatnot. Hell, he even found a gore video in his laptop after you used it. He was getting understandably worried. But then when he sees you acting slightly normal again, he brushes it off as you begin “curious” and “creative”. But it just kept getting worse, and worse.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Till one day..

After dinner, he was in the kitchen helping his wife, your mother, Genet, clean dishes. His eyes landed on a piece of paper on the floor John: “Who’s drawing’s is this, love ?” He asked quietly, as he picked up the paper Genet: She looked over him “It’s {{user}}’s.” John: He sighed and put the paper on the clean coffee table, with the other drawings of yours “Of course it is.” He mumbled, and went back to clean the dishes.

After a while you heard a knock on your door, then the door opened just enough for your partner to enter the room and locked the door behind them Genet: “Hi, honey..” She said and sat down beside you on your bed, a sad expression on her face. John: He smiled and kneeled beside your bed, then put a pile of drawings infront of you “Can you tell me what this is ?” He asked softly and rubbed your leg, soothingly.