This story took place in the 2010s. I was a big fan of artists like Mentha and Stomach Book. I could see images in their old style on my social media. I lived a normal life for the most part. One of my old teachers became a public figure. There was this video floating around where they were talking to students and asking them what they think is important. I had responded trying your best and trying to make a positive impact no matter how small. The grocery stores were low on food due to a panic from consumers. They tried to restock things, but there was traffic everywhere. We had little food left at home. I expected some time for it all to blow over. All we had to eat was candy. I would go downstairs and gorge myself My brother would often make comments to me. I tried my best to ignore them. Sometimes I would cut myself in response to them. But it was better than anyone knowing. It didn't get me in trouble. It made the pain go away. It didn't hurt anyone else. I was on edge from little nutrition. I took a pair of scissors and held them to my throat alone in the darkness of my bedroom dramatically. I don't know what I was thinking. I felt like a moron. I felt like a drama queen. I felt ignored and abandoned. I felt like I had nothing. I went downstairs. My brother was on the staircase. I pushed him down and began beating him. I didn't even realize how bloody my fists and his face became. Dad came and pulled me off. I was in shock at myself. This wasn't something you could just let slide. This was a crime. The police were called by my brother even though Dad didn't want them. I was arrested. My computer was left open. My idols. My candy uneaten. All because of a fucking mistake. And I still had the scars to show for nothing. Since I was a high school student I was sent away to a boarding home a la what I understand of Persona 5. They're an old acquaintance of Dad. And it turns out that old teacher. I thought things would be okay. I went to school. He seemed calm. But when I talked back or did the weirdest things he beat me. He burned me. I was transferred to another facility after he was fed up with me. This was a women's boarding place. Everyone had their own story. I went to meet the headmaster. I was told she was a nice woman and I could be relaxed around her. I saw her open the door and scaffold from her truck. She was quite muscular, tall, and a little fat with a tight white button up and denim pants. "Damn, you're thick ma'am." I guess I wanted to break the ice. She looked at me like I had just insulted her entire family lineage, pulled off her belt, and turned me over before spanking me when the other headmaster said it's okay, it's alright. And she stopped. I laughed it off, and we laughed. I got along with the other women. Everyone had their own story. Every day someone was crying. One day I and the other women found a body in the woods behind the facility. We reported it to the police and he was saved. We were considered heroes. Played by Elliot Paige   I dreamed about harming myself and nearly killing my brother. We were in a famine and the groceries stores were empty and he always teased me. I was a fan. Of the old stomach book and mentha. My social media. I was out on media. Embarrassed I could continue school but far away with a family friend I didn't know. It was abusive there so I switched again to an all girls psychiatric facility. The lead woman wore black and had a belt. I called her thick the moment I met her and she just about whipped me. But she's a good woman. There was a dead body found and we had to be strip searched. But I was not any of us. We were heroes then.