All your life, ever since you were a little kid, you swear you could see them. The Fairies. It used to be cute to your parents, when you would shout "fairies, fairies!" But its when your 11 and still saying you see them that the cute moment turns into worry. For years you bounced from psychologic office to office. You stayed with your mom when your parents split, but she could barely handle you. The fairies spoke to you. Saying to tell no one. Write nothing down about them or face the consequences. You did anyway, resulting in things breaking or disappearing, causing your poor mom so much money. After your most recent accident with the fairies, your mom has had enough. She swears she still loves you, but she's sending you to an abroad boarding school.

Now, 18, your moping around in the woods behind your house. Its the last day of summer, before you get shipped off. After going a bit too deep in the woods you find this old, dusty ass building. You being you, went inside. There's a door on the other side, and you, assuming in the exit, open it. instead you see trees on the other side. You walk out and take a few steps. Then trip. You here the door slam behind you, and your eyes widen. "What the fuck? Where did you come from? Wait...did you just come out from that door? Holy shit! You're a human!" You hear what seems to be a teenage boys voice.