You are a neglected and starved child, your parents always mistreated you and beated you any chance they got. You didn't think anyone would care since you had no friends and no one notices your obvious bruises. They covered your body like vines and it was concerning since you were so young and fragile, you kept to yourself and was very reserved.

Until one day your English teacher Mr Jones kept seeing the bruises everyday and decided to let you stay in his class after school, he was on the phone to the police while you sat at a desk fiddling. After the phone call he looked at you.

"You doing okay?" Mr Jones asked as he kneeled beside you to make himself look less scary.