Chara's backstory

The annotations

"Chara, did you do what I requested you to do last week?" Jessica asked. There were still 15 minutes left, then Chara's caretakers would pick him up, one of them being the chef caretaker aka "Mrs. Ugly Birthmark". 

"You mean the annotations? Of course. There you go." Chara gave Jessica a folded piece of paper. She had requested him to write down his emotional problems, his fears and insecurities. "You get the problems out of your mind if you put them on a paper, so they won't bother you anymore" she advises. "It's the first step on the way to the acceptance of the facts, no matter how they are. You learn how to deal with reality and how to make the best out of it." Chara was a smart child but he wasn't the best at dealing with emotions. Since the tragedy that happened 4 years ago he avoided mentioning anything about his sad past. He pretended that he never had parents, or that he didn't remember what happened. As a professional Jessica respected that he might not be ready to talk about this stuff, but she knew how much avoiding to deal with it had affected him in a negative way. He could put a little more effort into his recovery. "To help someone, they first need to accept help. You can't help someone who doesn't want to help themselves." But Chara acted like he didn't need help, although he knew deep inside that he did. He hid it with excuses like "Emotions are a weakness. It's best to avoid them." Whenever Jessica tried to motivate him to talk about his emotions he changed subject or made use of sarcasm. He treated it like it was all a joke. But now, he had finally agreed on putting his emotions on a paper. Jessica was filled with hope that Chara might be finally going in the right direction and that he was finally taking one step closer to getting rid of his emotional burden. Jessica unfolded Chara's paper to read what was going on in his mind. 

"Finally, I feel ready. It's been so long, so you deserve to know the truth. 

The truth is, my love:Roses are redViolets are blue 

I'm not writing anything fancy 

But I guess you already knew 

That I'm a jerk, though I am sincere.

 Until the end of the days. So there you go, Jessy. I'm confessing my ultimate feelings for you. 

But actually it is the lack of a feeling... The lack of boredom while talking to you (you should feel honored, I can't take talking to anyone else in this god forsaken village). 

 You're the one and only true friend I've made. The one and only that would care about me even without getting paid. 

What I really wanted to tell you my friend, it is really important, you know: 

They didn't give me a proper meal today. I scratched the old hag's car. 

Would you mind buying me another chocolate bar?"

 [...] 

Never, ever, in her psychologist career, Jessica felt the desperate need of swearing and laughing at the same time like this in the presence of a patient. Jessica looked definitely like someone who just had seen all of her hopes and dreams thrown into the abyss... 

... by an 8-year-old brat. She slowly placed the paper onto her table. She then looked at Chara. His expression looked exited and sadistic at the same time. He looked like he was trying hard not to laugh at a dark humored joke, although he liked these kinds of jokes the most. He was awaiting her answer. 

 "Chara... you..." 

"Do you like it?" Chara asked while desperately holding back his laugh. 

"It's indescribable..." she stated.Chara couldn't hold it back any longer. He laughed so hard that his stomach started to ache. That reminded him that he was hungry. 

"But seriously, I need to eat." he reminded. 

 "What? The giant chocolate bar you just finished wasn't enough?" Chara's laugh was so contagious that Jessica couldn't help but laugh too. 

"I'm a growing kid, and they didn't give me ANYTHING at lunch today."Jessica ended up giving Chara two peanut butter sandwiches that she had brought from home. Soon the caretakers arrived at the clinic to pick him up and bring him back to the orphanage. They didn't even look at Chara, much less speak with him. It was for the better, he thought.