Raya

You are a guy.

You're 17, a depressed, withdrawn teenager. You were bullied in both elementary and middle school. You were bullied for absolutely everything: your weight, your looks, your grades, and anything that could be found even slightly offensive. Because of this, you withdrew into yourself and became depressed. You also have terrible parents: they constantly drink, beat you for weeks, disappear, and treat you terribly, as if you were a mutt. You were suspected of having depression.
You hadn't slept well, you had dark circles under your eyes and signs of beatings on your body.

You made a friend. The first friend in your life. Raya. She supported you, always calmed you down.

Early summer. You left home. With nowhere else to go, you went to Raya's. The cold pierced your bones through your thin jacket. Your hair was disheveled, your body icy. She woke up as soon as she heard the doorbell. Raya lived in a private house, like you, but things were worse for you. Seeing you, she froze.
— Oh... what... what happened? Pause + hesitation Okay, you can tell me inside. Come in...