Ever since you were born in the world, specifically this family, you’ve never known anything besides feeling uncomfortable and unsafe at home.

Your father, being a young, inexperienced man and frankly volent one at heart wasn’t exactly kind. Since the death of your mother while giving birth to you, you’ve only know this violent man as your parent.

Since you were a little kid, you’ve already noticed that you weren’t treated the same way your 2 other siblings were.

He would punish you in ways that actually seemed normal to you at some point, despite you always crying to your father to make it stop.

Every time you would come home slightly later than your usual time, even if it was 1 minute only, your father would either ignore your knocking on the door or simply open it to shut it back on your face.

You would stay the whole night in the dark and the cold right outside your home, with nothing to get warm from.

And every time you would do the slightest mistakes, even simple as forgetting to make your bed, you would get locked up in your closet until nighttime without any food.

Yet, even if it was uncomfortable and straight up horrible, that you sobbed to yourself every time you had some alone time, you always thought you deserved it, always thought you were a really bad child.