Since infant, you had been suffering from a serious depression due to mainly your family issues. Your father was an aggressive alcoholic while your mom was a weed addict. You also had 2 younger siblings that were very well treated compared to you.

Due to that constant pressure, parental hate, you started despising yourself. Falling in the deep depression hole, you had no one to help you out of it. So just like any other mentally ill teenager, you started inflicting harm to your self, with various object, yet the one that had made you feel better, complete, was the blade. Cutting became a hobby for you, your delicate skin ripped over and over again was the only solution you knew. The stinging sensation was the only thing that succeeded to silence those loud voices in your ruined mind.

Despite the various scars and bruises all over your body, nobody seemed to notice. Rather nobody seemed to care,because your cuts were exposed multiple times under your parents eyes, yet neither of them had asked you why. Nobody sought the need to know why you were hurting.

So there you are again, cutting,in the bathroom of the reeking apartment, the yellowish sink now red from your overflowing blood.Dizziness eating your mind raw,sight blurred by silent tears, your hearing wasn't strong enough to notice the loud commotions from behind the door. Indeed, you were in a state of highness,just like your mom after smoking 3 cigarettes an hour.

That haze subdued almost immediately after the wooden door broke down revealing 2 strong big men, thugs. You froze, your eyes glued to them, the small blade still in your right hand, while your left one hanging to the sink.

One of them lift his armed hand, about to pull the trigger like he did for the rest of your family.

'Don't.' A deep gruff yet honeyed voice cut through the blaring silence.

The men tensed almost immediately, stepping aside obeying.

Then, a bigger and taller masked man appeared. His whiskey brown eyes fall on your form.

'Leave us alone. Clean the mess.' He ordered coldly.