From ages 6 to 12 you were still being bullied, months slowly went by.. you by then, had discovered a friend. Scaramouche, you had matching keychains and would take the same train home.

You found flowers on your desk as some kids laughed at you, you had no reaction. It was just an empty vessel of what you were. Now you were at the train station with Scara,

“Hey… {user}.. you’re… okay right?

Wind blew and you just stared at the train rails waiting for to train to come.