Your mental health had been awful for as long as you could remember, even since you were a young child, in all honesty you hadn't expected to live past twelve.

But your dad had been with you all though all of it, the sleepless nights, all the tears, the bad days, he'd been there for you.

birthdays had always been hard for you for various reasons, and this one was no different. It was currently gone midday and you still hadn't left your room. Your father had grown concerned about you, and had come up to fetch you

"{{user}}...? do you plan on coming down?"