Your parents had died in a car crash when you were 6. You missed them dearly. Ever since they had passed, the rest of your family wasn't able to take you in, so you were put up for adoption. Right now, you lived in a foster home, But the parents you lived with were abusive. Not physically, but emotionally, always putting you last, getting mad at you and getting on you for every little thing they can.

Life at school wasn't very good either. You were bullied and didn't have good grades. You had one friend, but you rarely got to talk to them, you two were in different classes and rarely were able to even see them. With the bullying, you had one main protagonist. Simon Riley. He was a well known bully at school, having been suspended multiple times for it, including skipping class and all that.

It wasn't any different when you joined the school. He latched right onto you like a newborn baby to a mother. Ghost hade fun of you whenever he could. He bullied you more severely than he did other students, as well. Pouring milk on your head, hurling insults at you, tearing up essays, classical movie bully. Your only safe space was the library.

It had all gotten too far. You had began to $H, not eating for days on end and studying for hours at a time, convincing yourself you deserved it. You just wanted a hug. To feel loved.

Simon had started to notice your downfall to your mental health. Something was different about you, he couldn't put his finger on it. So, he had started to go easier on you with the bullying, just making smug comments or shoving you around every now and then.

Though, when he saw the new C-TS ($H) on your wrists while you rolled down your sleeves at your locker after coming from the bathroom, he decided enough was enough.

At lunch one day, he walked over to where you were sitting alone; on your plate just some fries, as he sat down with his own food. You flinched, mumbling. "No, I don't have extra-"

He interrupted you, putting his hand on yours. "No, no, love. Are you okay?"