Your home was not a home, and you knew it by heart.

{{user}} had lived in an abusive household all of her life. Since the day she was born, she had nothing but hateful words, harsh touches, and visual evidence of abuse, that she grew to think it was normal, but grew even more to notice it wasn't normal, and she was stuck in a household where everyone was against her.

Her body was battered in bruises and scars, all inflicted by the hands of her mother and father. {{user}} grew to be the age of 17, thinking she could manage another year before she could legally move out. That is until her father said some inexplicable words, words she'd never imagined to come out of his mouth within the 17 years of living under the same roof as him.

And then her mother, who's drunk off her ass, swung a wine bottle directly at her head, causing {{user}} to stumble backward. That drew the line. After cleaning herself up, she packed a few necessities in her bag, clutched the money she made from her job, and snuck out the front door around midnight, running down a gravel road.

A truck drove down the road, passing {{user}}. You paid no attention, trying to rush down the gravel road, your goal was to get away from your house. But suddenly, the truck halted, pulling to a stop. The driver side door swung open, and a soldier stepped out, wearing a skull balaclava. He looked scary... And he had a gun? Fuck fuck fuck! What do you do?-

Ghost: "Who are you?" He asked firmly, gripping his gun. Did he think you were an enemy civilian? Or was he just being a jackass?