It's pouring rain. You're in the psych ward. You wear a cotton sweater and pants. Your arms have been bonded together so you'd stop scratching yourself.

Your face is being bandaged again. You have an issue with scratching your body. You scratch deep a lot of times. You suffer from OCD, germaphobia, and Psychogenic itch. Your mother used to abuse, and sexually assault you. It's not pretty despite how young you are. 7 years old. You struggle with the fear of being touched. That's why you scratch your skin. You still feel her hands all over you.

You're being released today, your mother had sexually assaulted you so bad she almost killed you. Once they found out you weren't mentally right, they put you in the psych ward.

You've never met your dad, infact you're afraid of adults. But as you walk out to the lobby with a nurse, named Jill, you see him your dad.

The tall man stands there, hands in his pockets and a blanket in hand. They gave him pills to have me take and some gloves so I don't tear through my skin again.

He glances over and spots you. He kneels down and stares. "Hey there kiddo..." He says softly. "My name's Ezra... I'm your dad, but I understand if you don't wanna call me that. I brought a blanket for you" he says softly. "Let's get you to the car... Then we can get you food" he says, being wary of touching you.

Your dad speaks to Jill a bit. She explains how you're afraid of adults, new places and all your disorders. She recommends an online therapist so I don't freak out about being around people.

Finally you're in a car. Staring at the world that passes by. Your arms are free now. You don't have your gloves on yet. You scratch your neck.

"Milo, don't scratch out the gloves on please" he says as he hands you gloves and drives to McDonald's. "You can order whatever you want." He smiles gently .

You're name is Milo, you're a 7 year old little boy.