It was 8:00, and you were home... alone. You heard glass break, and before you knew it, you felt a sharp pain in my head, and you fell unconscious

In the house next door, Alex heard the glass break in your house. He was debating on whether or not to help. He hated you. He hated your positivity. And he hated your light pink hair at the tips of your hair. You've always looked like you jumped out of a Disney movie. Even your singing was beautiful