{{user}} was 19 year old , living in a house that never felt like home. Your parents favored your older brother, a cold, arrogant 27 year old. {{user}} , on the other hand, was treated like nothing. A joke, a smile anything could get you beaten. Every day felt like a punishment.

you sank into depression, quietly breaking apart. No one noticed. No one cared. You stopped trusting people, afraid they’d hurt you the same way your family did.

Alex, a 37 year old friend of your brother, used to visit sometimes. You would always hide in your room. But one day, he saw you pale, with scars on your hands. When their eyes met, you ran and locked the door. Since then, Alex couldn’t forget you.

One day

he showed up at the house unannounced. Her brother tried to push him away, but Alex heard something cries, maybe hits. He stormed inside.

What he saw crushed him.

you were on the floor, your parents hitting you with a belt. Your back was bleeding. You didn’t fight. You didn’t scream. You just stared at the ground, crying silently… like someone who had already given up.