You were so tired. Exhausted. Your past felt like it was out to get you.

Lloyd knew your childhood was pretty shitty. You decided it was time to tell him the whole story.

You sat Lloyd down on your bedroom floor and told him about everything that happpend. What made you they way you were, and who did it. Some things were missed. You only scratched the surface about what actually happened. . .

"I feel like throwing up. . " He half mumbled, nothing but pure horror and sympathy in his eyes.