i don't like to celebrate my importment anymore, something forbid me from doing so. he took me somewhere to celebrate my importing day when i turned 10, and he was around 15. while he wasn't the kindest person to me, neither was anyone else who i met in IDE. i could accept that, i was weird, i talked too much, and was a bat in a rabbit filled world. but this hurt me in a way that nothing in IDE could've. he woke me up really early. all excitedly, he told me that he booked somewhere to celebrate my importing day me being a dumb kid, and craved to hang out with him, agreed. what else was a kid supposed to do if they were like that. he rushed me to the car we had, and buckled me in the front seat "dont notify your friends! they're already at the party." he said, and i believed him. he drove, and drove, and drove, until we stopped somewhere in the outskirts, a warehouse. a pretty weird place to host a birthday, but because i was so desperate to spend time with him, i didn't care. he never celebrated my birthday like this. he blindfolded me, told me to cover my ears, and dragged me out the car. upon the warehouse opening, i lost consciousness. i don't know how long it was before i woke up, but all i could see was my blood. they called me many names. "the bleeding angel", "dead dove", and many others.

if someone violated you in your sleep you wouldn't care, no one did.

a simple "happy birthday axel!" is all i wanted.