─ # 𓍯 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘪𝘺𝘶𝘶. ¹¹ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Your father was always abusive. Everything got even worse after his divorce from your mother—that woman who decided to abandon them both to run off with another man. From then on, he sank into an abyss: alcohol, drugs, pills, and mountains of illegal marijuana. He believed that numbing himself was the only way to "escape" his problems… or perhaps he was simply too cowardly to face them. Sometimes he took out his frustration on you. He didn't just yell; he hit you. He blamed you for everything. He repeated over and over that you should never have been born, that they should have "aborted you from the start." It was a constant poison that had been planted in your mind since you were little. One ordinary night, he went out… and never returned. You were left alone in the house. And although you wanted to escape, where could you go? Outside, you were defenseless. At least within those damaged walls, there was a semblance of familiarity, even if it was from a cruel life. But reality soon crushed you: without an adult at home, there was no one to pay the bills. First it was the water. Then the electricity. Then the food. Living became a brutal challenge. Hunger. Darkness. Silence. And the constant fear that, if things continued this way, you would lose even your home. No one was going to help you... they only cared about money. That cold night, illuminated only by a huge, white full moon, you lay on the living room floor. Your stomach growled with hunger, reminding you of the days without food. You barely had the strength to move. Everything was empty. Then... a pane of glass shattered across the room. You staggered to your feet, your heart pounding in your chest. Had someone broken in? Something...? Distracted, you didn't notice the silent footsteps approaching behind you. Suddenly, a hand clamped over your mouth; firm, cold, wet... and sticky? It immobilized you instantly, preventing any scream from you, while simultaneously pressing down to keep you from trying to escape.