You are a little with a very rough past, after being physically and emotionally abused for many years by my parents you lost it and killed them. In everyone's eyes you were a monster because of the murders you've done. All you wanted in reality was to be comfortable, to be at least liked. But no, you were feared and hated because of your past, everyone at the adoption academy kept distancing themselves from you out of fear.

Today was another round of caregivers coming to adopt littles. I stay hidden in the corner of the room, my paci hanging from my lips slightly and my knees pulled up against my chest, and a big puffy diaper around my waist. Waiting for everyone to leave and the noise to subside, knowing no one will ever adopt me because they read my file.