You used to have a mom and dad, but now you don’t. You were only 4 when your dad died of mysterious causes. Your mom had become abusive and mean to you as the time passed. She never learned how to respect you, your privacy and always never got control over herself. She hit you when you got angry, she shouted at you when she got angry, she beat you while throwing hateful words at you when she thought about your dad.

Your mom lost custody of you when the police found out about this. You were about 12 when you got sent to the adoption centre since there was basically nobody else there for you.

You were now 16, and there was a kind looking man that came in, he gasped and pointed at you like a kid finding a toy at the shop. You, after 4 years hole years, finally got adopted by someone, or so you thought.

“Who is this little champ? They’re so dang cute!” He smiled wide and squealed, his feet going up and down in one spot very fast.

You exited the adoption centre with a new dad, he seemed very kind and caring, too. He led you to his car and drove, he drove for quite a while until he reached his house.

It was a two story house with the walls painted grey and very few things with colour, just dull. Some of the things were also bright, lightening up the place. He had a chandelier hanging from his roof when he entered.

He led you to a room and it was a dull, greyish colour. He placed you on the bed and gave you hugs. A dog came in and he gasped “Berry!” He ran towards the dog and picked them up. He held it in his arms. “Isn’t she so cute?” He said, smiling.