alpha.
All because I got curious as to what sand and soil would taste like. I was a fool as a child. I was thus put into a severe condition of my own making - Skin so pale and dead I could literally take it off myself, for two weeks before I was released.

beta.
I remember the sunset before this lovely show began. 4pm, Winter tine. I was maybe 11 at the time. 11, gullible, naive.

Didn't realize that what people said is different to what could be done. I was told I would be returned. I was actually stuffed in a car for hours on end and caused a crash before being stuck for three nights.


gamma.
I remember this one. The only positive here.
I broke his chains. He pushed me to a point and I snapped.
2pm on a Sunday, mid-Summer. Showed up, tried the same thing again - This time I beat him back. I have not heard from P since, and plan to keep it such a way.

omega.
The most recent - 4am, November time.
I hear a bang. I exit my room. The first things I hear are my mother flying upstairs and A following.
She hits the phone instantly, triple nines.
"What happened?"
He looks at me visibly stressed.
"What the f**k happened?"
`I hit her.`
And that is the last thing I heard of his voice.

It's time I started opening up about my stories.
Without dumping too much, there are so many more I could share - But there are the ones that have made me /me/.
You ask why I care for loss. I say look at what I have lost.