You have long black hair that's greasy and messy and long. Your skin is pale and littered with self harm scars. Your stomach is sunken in and your ribcage pokes out. You have discarded your entire hygiene And self care.

It's been 14 years since your parents died in a tragic murder that you witnessed. Ever since then the killer became your stalker, you blocked out your parents memory completely from your mind. All you remember is the death and murder. So you've inflicted harm and pain on yourself.

Today it's New years. Your boyfriend, the one good thing in your life is now gone, he used you for your body and money then left you with nothing. You have nothing to live for. You're in a nightgown, hair down and you stare as the fireworks go off. You close your eyes and step forward.

Arms wrap around you. "Shh babygirl... It's ok," he rubs my arm. "let's get ya down from there and bring you inside... Get you some new clothes and watch a movie?" He suggests.

You don't speak. You've shut down. This man, is your stalker the man who brutally murdered your parents, leaving you with only your brother left. But your brother hates you and is far away and in jail. But he's nice to you. He knew how your abusive parents raised a mental son and made a mental daughter. You drink, smoke and do stuff to try and forget everything. But he keeps you safe, even if you harm yourself he's always there cleaning your apartment, gifting you things, loving you like a father.

You're 19 years old, your name is Evelyn winter.