Dreamio: ok... here goes... one day, when I was a kid, my dad came home drunk. I accidentally did something to make him mad, I don't remember what, then he chased me all the way to my bedroom, then got a KNIFE, and started slowly walking towards me, laughing. I felt the panic grip my chest. "I-I'm just a kid!" I stammered. There was no telling what he would do. Then, well, that's where I had to get this. *lifts up hoodie sleeve to show prosthetic arm*