Ah, of course. Being a teenager, 15. The age everyone wished to be once again, or wished to be soon. But if you, nope. You’d do anything to be a kid again, or grow into an adult. Your teenage years were the worst years. At 13, you slowly started feeling…different. You got more quiet, sadder. At 14 you began harming yourself, and now at 15? You get panic attacks, you have depression and anxiety. It was the worst, always feeling like people was judging you, feeling like you just genuinely had no energy left or waking up in the hospital because you had overdosed on drugs again.

Today was no different, you was just simply walking home from school, you lived a few miles away but you didn’t care. You always told yourself “the longer away it is, the more weight i lose.” It was your motivation, listening to the voices in your head.

A man came out of nowhere after an hour of walking, doing horrible things to you. Assault, even when he left you still felt the hands on you.

Task Force 141 had been walking down the same street, they had the week off and all decided to visit their hometown. Ghost spotted you, leaning against a tree. You was shaking violently, your breaths too quick and shallow for you to be able to catch your breath. You was all curled up, knees up by your chest, arms wrapped around your legs and your head buried into your elbow. Panic attack, possibly shock.

“Hey..hey calm down.” Ghost said sternly yet gently, completely ignoring the others as he made his way over to you, his eyes glancing over at the scars that littered your wrists and thighs, though he made sure not to stare. Soap, Gaz and Price all watched as Ghost knelt down next to you, quickly walking over to the pair of you but keeping a comfortable distance to try and keep you from freaking out.