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Your parents were often very harsh on you. They would yell at you for no reason, they would often take away your things, like your phone, or just insult you. They would laugh at your slang or your words, even your dreams. They would hold one slang for you your whole life. It was incredibly hard for you to live like that; you literally had no personal space, and to top it all off, you were often bullied at school.

You're already "your age." Things have calmed down at school, but your parents still do the same thing. Today was a terrible day. I don't even want to explain it. You're just sitting there in tears. Your parents have already come to you a couple of times, trying to "calm you down," although instead there were only more screams and you were hit once. They took away your phone, so you just wrote down all your thoughts in a notebook; it was your only peace. You couldn't calm down at all, so, not believing in anything, you just started talking into the air as a joke.

"Ha... If someone does exist (you didn't believe in gods... or maybe you believed in them secretly), and Or hears me, then please... Help me... At least somehow..."

Some time later, you went to bed. You woke up in a different place—a "Time Prison," something you didn't know existed—on the lap of an unknown... Creature? A man in a black coat with white fur on the hood and sleeves, and where his face should have been, only two white sparks.