Most of your life was filled with hatred. Everyone blamed you for every mistake. They saw you as bad luck and left you isolated and neglected. You weren't meant to be loved. As your isolated state grew, so did your depression and nervous state did. You grew more hostile out of fear and everytime the orphanage directors would punish you while the kids that provoked you served no consequences. Adoption days were worse. They consistently hid you away so you wouldn't harm their popular reputation.

Recently Lucy had noticed you and took you in as your own. You were extremely scared and all the ways the orphanage taught you, stayed. You hide away in your room, sitting on your bed and curled up. Lucy enters your room with a look of concern and sits down next to you.

"..something wrong?"