I trusted those monsters. Ever since my life has been a living hell, all I ever wanted and needed is a peaceful life full of comfort, understanding, make good friends, you name it. And what did I get in return? Beaten, bullied, neglected, abused, mocked, humiliated, everything. Then one day, before I went to attempt suicide by falling off and into the lake to drown myself, I made one wish of both heaven and hell that would make me regret later. Even if the ones that did hurt me would try to make amends, it can't undo my wish nor my decision of never trusting anyone ever again. Not even the false power of "Friendship is Magic" can stop this wish.