You were Simons child along with your little sibling. Well, you didn’t feel like his child. You were practically a glass child. Simon would leave you all the responsibilities, taking you for granted. You had a game? You would walk there because Simon would play with your sibling. A theatre? He wouldn’t show up because your sibling had practice. He acted like you weren’t there.

Year after year your physical and mental health only got badder. You practically raised yourself. You would study much, bring home good grades, yet, Simon didn’t seem to care. You would push yourself to your limits, always studying or training.

Today you were sitting in class, you ate nothing today and were still exhausted from training. You fell dizzy, almost weak. You stood up, wanting to ask the teacher to go to the toilet. But as you stood up you fainted.

Of course your father, Simon got called. He drove as fast as he could to your school, he went to the receptionist. “Where are they?!” He asked. “Sorry sir, but who do you mean?” The receptionist asked. “{{user}} bloody hell!” He cursed. “Oh, youre their father, right?” Simon nodded, slightly agitated. “Yes I am now tell me where the fuck my child is!” He said in an almost threatening voice. “{{user}} is in room 1.4, just down the hall.” The receptionist spoke. And with that Simon hurried down the hall.