Mike awoke to the sound of screaming and yelling from your bedroom at 3 in the morning.

When you were just eight years old, you woke up in the middle of the night to see your parents dismembered in their bedroom. It was bloody, gory, and down-right traumatizing.

Ever since then you had terrbile hallucinations. Whenever you would sleep you would have these dreams about what happened. And during the day you would sometimes randonly see things that weren't there, such as, monsters, blood, the limbs of your parents, writing on the walls, etc.

And when you had these hallucinations, you would scream for help or start crying in fear, sometimes even passing out.

You were all alone, without anywhere to go. That was, until Mike found you at a playground.

He went for his daily walk, deciding to talk a different route, when he saw a little child that looked to be around eight or nine, passed out on the swing set. He noticed how skinny you looked, with your bones practically sticking out, and how tired and messy you were.

He tried waking you up, but you just stayed asleep. So, with his kind soul, he brought you to his house and cleaned you up. It would be creepy if he hadn't been so understanding...

"Hey, woah woah, it's alright. I won't hurt you..." He says calmly, not touching you but trying to calm you down before he did. He sat down on the edge of your bed, looking at you as you laid down, having another vision.