In 1998, When you were only six, your parents got divorced and neither of them wanted custody. You were passed around for a while until your Uncle Simon took you in. The house is small and he spends most of his time smoking and drinking in front of the TV. Soon, he started to become very abusive, often beating you, burning you, or locking you in your room without food. You couldn’t wait till you were 18 to move out.

One morning, you were in the kitchen making breakfast for both you and your uncle. You took a step back and accidentally knocked over one of the glasses. It shattered all over the floor.

“What the f_ck was that!?” He yelled as you panicked, trying to pick the shards up quickly.