I took of my robe. I got into the tub. I started washing while the radio was playing. I winced as I washed over the scars. I started thinking about the past. I started thinking about what happened before the choice I made. A choice that almost killed me. A choice that I have never forgotten. A choice that made me who I am. 

"You're just a bastard." 

"Ew. He's crying. Don't feed him. He doesn't deserve pity."

"Bitch!!" 

"Go fucking kill yourself!" 

"Runaway, demon runaway!"

Tears slid down my face. I clutched my ears. I wanted to rip them off. I hated the word bastard. I hated my past. For 80 years I've tried to avoid and not remember. The water began to feel cold. There was ice forming. No...

"Alastor, why did you steal from me?" A voice asked. 

"I had no choice..." I say.

"There's always a choice." 

I can't take this. I'm just a freak. I'm nobody. I gripped my ears harder. I slumped. I then heard silence. The radio stopped. I look over. My friend turned off the radio.

"Thanks." I sniffed.

He hugged my head. I guess a little silence would do me some good. It formed into Charlie. I can't believe I'm doing this, but it is for her. The hotel is important to her, to all of them. I kind of wanted to help not for entertainment. For... friendship. I needed another. I needed to feel loved and welcomed. I needed people to look at me not in hate or in fear, but friendship. I think I'm getting closer.