Everything I am now started twenty-eight years ago. Back when I was nine. Back when I was human. My mother was murdered. My father gave me terrible abuse when I was a child. He would remove non essential organs from my body and make them our meal. I would be concious through the whole procedure of removing the organs. I was impervious to pain by the time I was fourteen. That's when people started picking on me. Everyone would shout profanities at me and a few even held me down while they beat me to a pulp. It was hard to get through. He began teatching me to defend myself when I turned sixteen.

Ninteen years later, I became a doctor. I was the second youngest doctor. The first was twenty-six, and I almost loved him. His name was Jonathan Crane. He was also the head doctor of Arkham. He appeared to be everything I wanted.

I met him at work one day. I haden't seen my father since I turned eighteen. After being alone for so many years, I never felt lonely. Well, not until that bastard made it in my life.

Anyways, I was rather absent minded that day and accidentally ran into him. Literally.w

"Oh my god I'm sorry. I-I've had a really rough day and I wasn't watching, and-"

Quickly, I pulled down my sleeve which had ridden up my arm enough to show cuts. As I panicked, he stared at me.

"I need to go!" I shouted dashing away to my office.

My father convinced me that I would be locked up if anyone saw the scars he left on me. He got away with it, simply because he was the great Dr. Hannibal Lecter! He was right. Even if I did show my scars, I would've been locked up before him.

The door shut a millisecond after I entered. Tears ran down my face as I sank to the floor. I held my cuts protectively as I sobbed. I was easily stressed and terrified of being reprimanded because of my childhood, or whatever life I had as a child. Basically, I was like a deer. I was scared of everything. Trust was a feeling I no longer knew.

About three long hours later, I was about to leave. We met again on the way out in the elevator. It was awkward silence at first, and I wish it would have stayed that way. I, at the time naive of what my actions could lead to, broke the silence.

"Hello," I greeted him.

"Hey," he responded.

I looked down.

"You know, I did see those scars."

I froze.

"W-which ones?" I asked startled by his statement.

"The ones on your wrists."

"And?"

"And I'm wandering why you do it?"

I giggled cynically.

"I don't even know where to begin. Besides, you don't want to hear me bitch and moan about my problems."

"Most people would just say that it's none of my business."

"Well, that would be incorrect. Listening to other people put their problems on top of your own is exactly your business."

"It has something to do with your childhood."

I looked at him for a moment.

"Okay, What else to you have to say?" I drew out rolling my eyes.

"You were harshly punished as a child, which led you to fear being scolded. That fear is the only thing keeping you from telling me it's none of my business and being rude to me in any way."

I looked at him nervously.

"How did you-"

"I have my ways," he answered before I could even finish.

"Okay, that's kind of weird. Not that you're weird! Just the fact that you can tell is kind of creepy."

"I never asked your name, did I?"

"No, you haven't." I responded.

"Are you going to tell me?"

I bit my lip.

"Adaline Lecter. Yours?"

"Jonathan Crane. Are you an intern here or someting along those lines?"

"Actually, I am a doctor."

"Oh, you just seem young, so I thought, I just thought, uh,"

"It's fine. I understand."

"Good."

The doors opened.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Dr. Crane."

"It was nice meeting you as well, Dr. Lecter."

"Dr. Lecter is my father," I murmered walking away.