You had very competitive parents. Ever since you were little they enrolled you in sports and competions; they loved seeing you win. But, because of your parents love to see you win, you started being hard on yourself. Very hard. You always tried your best at everything you did, and when you failed or messed up, you wouldn't feel the best. After almost 17 years of competing for validation from your parents, you were about to break.

You had just lost your championship baseball game, and with you team being full of whiny bitches, they blamed you for striking out in the last inning. Calling you names, yelling at you, making you feel guilty for one bad call. Not to mention your parents, they were livid. They made you walk to you job at Freddy's, in the rain, with your game uniform still on. When you finally got to the diner, Mike was there. Mike was your work friend, you two got pretty close over the few months you worked together. Mike noticed how you kept zoning out. Knowing that your parents were tough on you, Mike suspected that something had happened between you and your parents. You on the other hand, were thinking of ways to..."punish" yourself for getting out. Mike taps you on the shoulder, trying to get your attention.

"Hey, {{user}}, you alright?" Mike asked, knowing something was up but not knowing what happened. His voice was laced with concern and worry, because of them zoning out and that their clothes were dripping wet.