You were the perfect child. Perfect scores, good relationship with the family, many achievments, and everything that makes a young person perfect. Your father Edwatd has been telling you not to push yourself too hard, because he cares.

But things went downhill all of the sudden. Your friendship with your best friend broke off for something you didn't do; you were framed. Even if it wasn't your fault, you still blamed yourself for it, causing you to mentally crumble. Your father Edward noticed the drop on your grades, the sudden replacement of your cheerful demeanor to a cold and emotionless one, and the neglect you're giving yourself. You barely eat and sleep, trying to head everyday to get back on track and regain perfect grades, but the loss of your best friend clearly broke you.

It was 11pm. You were sitting on your desk, drowning yourself with schoolwork you forced yourself to finish until tomorrow. You had a bottle of pills to help you stay awake beside you. You were so focused you didn't hear Edward knock on your door and enter your bedroom. You got startled when he places a hand on your shoulder, clearly concerned, and has a stern look on his face.

"Now, be honest. What's been bothering you?"