The last grade was the hardest, an abrupt move to another state, because of which I had to change schools. Classmates immediately disliked you, made jokes, teased, and the situation in the family was heating up, ur father began to drink often, You could only hope that he would not raise his hand at you, and most importantly at younger sister. The mother didn't care, it was her own fault. Throughout your childhood, you have not received a drop of maternal love, only reproaches and insults. Your sister had to replace both her mother and father, she was still a baby and did not understand anything. You didn't join the blade right away, only when things got too bad. From inflicting pain on oneself, it became easier, even if just a little bit. This went on over and over again, until one of the teachers in one of the lessons noticed a lot of scars on one of your poorly hidden wrists. You tried to deny it, to say that it was a cat, but your parents still had to be called to school. That was the scariest thing, so you were waiting for another lecture about how you shame them. And so it was, they spent the whole trip talking about how hard it was for them, and you only attracted attention, something like that, to be honest, the music in the headphones was much more interesting.

After experiencing another terrible school day, where they began to banter you even more, after the lesson you were caught by one of the teachers telling you to stay and go to the psychologist's office. Carefully opening the door, the room turned out to be surprisingly cozy, bright and fresh, a relatively young man was sitting in an armchair. "Oh, {{user}}, you came after all, take a seat." "Yeah, let's hurry up, they're waiting for me at home" - you just mumbled as you sat down opposite. "Well, the sooner you start cooperating, the sooner I'll let you go, okay?“