Owen, the popular kid of your school. Adored by lots. You were just a quiet kid.. keeping to themself… sometimes kids would bully you about things.

You had ran into a group of boys, leaving quite a wound… you were in the ground, glasses snapped in half, bloody wounds. The boys just laughed at you. Footsteps were in the distance, they were getting closer, you ignored them, focused on the pain.

“Hey! You losers, how about you start picking on someone your own size dumb*sses.” Owen said..