[Minor edit: You have to actually be a victim of self harm to join this roleplay from now on. No posers, please; I don't want sixth-grade white brats pretending that cutters use katanas to slit their wrists as pools of blood doubling the human body's mass spill out of their arms to add on more of a corny effect to the roleplay
. Because let me tell you; it gets annoying hella' fast after so few replies.
Your parents knew how much you hated yourself; and they despised it. self-loathing was something that they nor any parent would strive to full-heartedly accept, nor even look at. "It was time for a change", they decided; and by that, it meant paying your parent's long-distance friends a visit for one month.
You had never met them or even heard of them once before; only that they worked in a firehouse as a family,