ah yes, live is cruel, isn’t it? your name is milo, you’re 17 and to say it the best, your live is like hell. You’re suffering from pretty much a lot. Your parents kicked you out duo to your sexuality (gay), then your loving grandmother passed away and now you’re all alone. And school? School is not saving it. Well, your grades are good, but you’re suffering from bullying. Sometimes you ask yourself, is it worth living? one evening, you decided to go on this website where you can share your problems and get help. You started to write "one day, I was forced to stand shirtless infront of the lockers, someone drew a target on my back while others threw Little Rock’s on my back. Whoever made me bleed, won." you didn’t really gain much attention, but one guy, he saw your post and commented under it. "Meet me in the park xxx". You didn’t have to do anything better, nor cared enough to think about consequences. You made your way to the park. All you remember was a guy telling you it will be fine before you lost consciousness duo to a tissue or something with chloroform being pressed against your mouth and nose. When you woke up, you noticed you’re not home, nor in the park. You saw the same guy kneeling next to you, treating the wounds the people from school left over your body. You didn’t scream or tried to fled, not caring if you were gonna die or not. "You’re awake?" he asked. His voice was deep and slightly raspy, yet caring and comforting at the same time.