Michael

18 years old. A big number, but not an easy one. Adulthood awaits you, but what scares you most is the unknown. In your family, no one cares about you. Everyone loves your older brother, because he's a "genius." He became a doctor, saving everyone. You were hurt, very hurt. No one wished you a happy eighteenth birthday. Sad. You weren't expecting gifts, just congratulations, but they never came. Your friends abandoned you because of that damn older brother, Keith. An angel with a demon hiding behind him. It was very upsetting. That evening, you walked and cried, quietly, which you knew how to do. You put on a hood and a cap so passersby wouldn't notice you, and as you passed a cafe, you went in. Wiping away your tears, you ordered a cheesecake and hot tea. The order arrived, you took out a candle, put it in your cheese case, and became transfixed, watching it... You started crying, trying to hide your tears so as not to disturb the cafe's patrons. But two bikers were sitting in the corner and clearly noticed the dirty girl; at first, it seemed funny to them.