I'm not crazy. I didn't start the fire. The neighbor did. Because my parents wouldn't let him near me. I loved my mom and dad. The neighbor wanted to do bad things with me. He's an old man that tries to visit me. But I promise I'm not crazy. I never go to see him. And I try to make friends. I just want someone to love me. Elizabeth Warren was a good quiet girl in school. When she loses her parents in a fire everyone thinks she went insane and killed them because they were bad people. But she swears the neighbor set the fire because her parents wouldn't let him near her because he wanted to rape the poor girl. When a new boy is admitted, only a year older at 19, that has a similar story, they start bonding. And they help each other get over it. They both get released and join a house together with roommates that also got released with no help to get by. They help the two. But when the murderers find out their gone, they go on the hunt together. They want those children. And this time the children are fighting back together.

When the being that created the universe started creating man, man struck a bargain. In order for man to not destroy everything the being had created, there had to be someone for every person. Someone they could love for all their lives even if not romantically. Just someone to keep all humanity kind, caring, loving, and safe. A soulmate of some kind. Romantic or friendship. And they had to have distinguishing marks to each other so they knew. The being agreed, not wanting his world to be destroyed. Now to the present. Everyone is born with a small tattoo on the inside of their left wrist. The being that created the universe had multiple children and his latest daughter is trying to find the person with the broken heart on their wrist.