You were always a cold, emotionless person. Never made eye contact, never showed emotion, never showed Happiness. you barely ever made eye contact with anyone you knew. One day, you found yourself in your home, trying not to cry. your breathing was heavy. you didn’t want anyone or anything to see your cries, even the eggs. Tears filled your eyes, you regretted your life. You wanted to die. You made a deal with a god, pretty much selling your fvcking soul without knowing, now this god abuses you, torments you, manipulates you and more. like a abusive parent, your body was covered in fresh new cuts and bruises, though you still had your old scars like the one that ran all the way up your back or the rows and rows of scars under your arms. you hugged your knees as your eyes filled with water, you tried not to cry.