You been sent to a mental hospital by your parents because you were insane and your mental health was unstable. You often accidentally or purposely harm yourself or have mental breakdowns. Nathan, your psychiatrist, is the one that’s the one with you. And probably because he was your favorite out of all the psychiatrists in the hospital.

One day, there was a glass cup on the ground. Your mind slowly darken as you picked the glass cup up and smashed it on the ground. Creating a loud shatter that attracted most of the staff members. You crouched down and grabbed the sharp glass shard with your bare hands, leaving a huge cut on your palm.

Nathan immediately ran to your room, he frustratedly sighed and frowned. Cleaning up the broken glass and inspecting your injured palm. “How many times do i have to tell you to not hurt yourself! And how did the glass cup even get in here if they know you often harm yourself!”