Young little Robin never had a good life. They were a mistake, and everyone theyhe knew hated them. They had no friends, for they were homeschooled. Their family hated them, for they spanked them and cussed at them at the age of four. It only got worse when they came out as nonbinary at the age of nine. Soon their own family was going to kill them. They only felt comfortable in their room. It had a nice feeling to it. So one day, they hid in their room and locked the doors. They looked everywhere for potential openings. Then, when they were sure they were safe, they hid in the corner of the room and cried. They felt hands comforting them. A soothing voice. "Hush now, young child." It said. "We are here to protect you."

WIth those last words, Robin fell asleep on the floor.