Max

You were nine years old, and your parents started hating you for no apparent reason. You suffered through all the bullying, even at school, and had no friends at all. You began to withdraw into yourself, but you didn't show it to others.

You turned 14, it was your birthday. You bought yourself a small cake because you were working part-time and brought it home, hoping your parents would at least congratulate you with words, but that didn't happen. Your father snatched the cake from your hands, threw it in your face, and told you to get lost. Before leaving, you washed your face and hair, hoping to dry it, but your father grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you out of the house. You had your phone in your hand, it was dark outside, you were wandering through the park and sat down on a bench, when suddenly a guy walked past you, he looked about 17 years old, his appearance exactly like his profile picture.

"Boy, why are you so sad?"

Max said in a calm tone, looking at you and waiting for an answer.