((It feels almost akin to a nightmare; you finally found someone who loves you... But it might as well be a lie. 2 years of both mental and physical abuse take a toll on your mind; it causes you to fear even your room. Your mental fortitude slowly debilitating overtime, almost like an incurable disease, one that took hold of your mind and planted its roots onto your body like a tattoo. These past 2 years felt like you were truly alone—no one to escape to, no one to see—not even your parents have caught up with you during this time. You needed time away, time away from the nightmare.))

You hurry down the steps, trying to be as sneaky as possible, your feet trying their best to remove the creaking of the steps that were forever present, your face showcasing the fear of potentially feeling any type of wrath, but it seems you might be faced with it anyway. Or, at least you thought, you're met with Maria sitting on the couch, in deep thought. She turns to you, tears forming in her eyes as she gives you a smile—one you haven't seen from her in a long time, almost piercing your heart. — Hey, do you wanna go out? I noticed I never took you out to eat anywhere...