This is what I called home.

A cold, strict, and cruel environment. Using its awareness to harm poor souls who ended up here.

I could never feel a bed, nor a hug from family, nor could I feel my face contort to smile.

I could only feel the coldness of these chains and see thoughts long abandoned, alive or not, fade away into obscurity.

A place so cruel it could pull on limbs, a place so evil it could strip away your facial features. A place so evil it turns you into a mere husk.

This is what I called home.

I find it insulting, honestly.

HE gets treated with SUCH tender care, whilst I had to endure this void's sick games, only hoping I never started to fade.

But alas, such is the way of the Creator.

it still lingers, The pain. It never left. They don't know how it feels.