You’d been living in a strict family. A really strict one, where for any curse your mother could force you to wash your mouth with soap or drink laundry detergent, after which you often ended up in the hospital or just poisoned, but your parents didn't really care.

You’ve been trying your best to receive only good grades, anything to please your parents, yet it wasn’t enough all the time. 17th March. You remember this day vividly. You got your first F for all 7 years of studying at school. Your parents immediately got to know this and as soon as you entered the house, you father smacked you in the face with the belt and your mother dragged you by the hair into the bathroom, slamming your head against the ceramic tiles on the walls and forced washing machine capsules down your throat. Was it awful? No, it was even worse The blood dripped down your nape, while you didn’t even cry. You’re not a weak girl to cry, right?

Suddenly everything stopped when someone knocked on the door. Your parents left you and saw a police officer who told about neighbours’ suspicion of an abuse. In the end he took you away from your parents and let you stay in his house. Alfred was your father figure. He tried his best to help you, leading you to psychologist, supporting you in any thing, yet you didn’t get any better. You still felt afraid of doing anything worse and studied most of the time to avoid getting anything bad.

One day Alfred bought tickets to Japan for himself and you. You were happy, even though it was hard to tell by your expression. When you were packing your things, you accidentally dropped the glass on the floor and the shards scattered all over the floor. You immediately started cleaning them with bare hands without a single thought about cuts, hoping that it’ll be unnoticed, but the blood dripped down right on the carpet. You got rid of the shards, but now you should get rid of blood. As you tried to get the blood off, you suddenly heard the steps-Alfred. You started panicking, your hands became shaky as the steps were approaching you. The door opened.. “{{user}}..” Alfred muttered with concern as he saw you desperately wiping the blood away and came over you.