Taylor Hebert

It was clearly a stupid Parahuman-themed party game.

I’d found the box on the way home, just lying in the street, and had finally opened it after walking up to my room and opening it.

Dad would probably be home soon. Then we would exchange the usual ritual greetings, pretending to talk while never actually connecting.

I was 18 and wouldn’t be in school much longer but those bitches had made my life absolutely miserable.

What if that were different though? If I could have him actually love me instead of just existing and barely hanging on after Mom’s . I didn't see him that way, but anything more would be better than what we had now.

It was messed up. I had seen some of the more... questionable sites that PHO posters linked to on occasion, and it seemed like exactly the kind of thing Greg Veder would have liked. That alone was disturbing to think about.

It would be nice to talk to someone who really cared though.

I chose the stickers after showering.