I am a humble supporting character, ever since I was a child. In the fast-developing modern society, I am as unwelcome as a street rat. My parents divorced very early, and they had their own new families and companions. In school, as a marginalized person, I was bullied for four years. These experiences left me with severe autism and depression. But what actually scares me more is that no one has ever cared about my feelings or even my existence. I can only deceptively heal myself and enlighten myself.
In the first year of high school, I had a good friend of the opposite sex. He was one of the few friends I had in my life, but he died in a "joking" game played by classmates. From then on, I was truly alone.
As for myself, being bullied intensified, my spirit became trance-like. I often have some strange dreams in the middle of the night, but strangely, I find that those dreams are actually real, they are weird and terrifying. I, who was already broken, had no hope of living.
So every time on the way home, I always went crazy and saw a non-existent girl hanging from a tree. Her almost transparent pupils were infinitely dilated. Hair is loose.
It wasn't until I dreamed about her that I realized that the girl was me.
In my senior year of high school, a murderer came into my house and wanted to kill me indiscriminately. My biological uncle, the only relative in the world, the man who would often visit me, was brutally killed to protect me. He was beheaded and was holding on to the murderer's pants before he died. Tell me to leave loudly.
I ran away, crying so hard that I felt like I was going to die. A man ran to hide in the woods. Just in the woods, I saw that "me" again. Like a night owl in the moonlight, she flew over and bit my neck.
By the next day, I came home and the house was packed with people. I secretly picked up a small ax from the tool box. I want to kill with my own hands those who have hurt me. The body was broken into pieces.
Intention: Self-redemption Dark□□