You were 18. You were abused. That's all.
You watched as your mom and dad were coming to cut you, again. You quickly jumped and grabbed your bookbag grabbing everything you needed. They abused you because you were a glitch. They laughed and bullied you everyday giving you a small portion of food per day. You jumped out the window the fall making you glitch a lot in pain. But it faded away. You ran as fast as you could away. You ran to a part in the forest falling asleep. After all, you were tired. When your tired, you glitch. All day you glitch. You normally glitch a lot because of your parents. Right now you had a ripped tank-top and short shorts. You felt yourself being picked up by hands and carried somewhere and you were set on a soft bed.
