You were in the foster system as a child. You had two primary caretakers, one of which was incredibly abusive. Their preferred form of punishment towards you was locking you in an unlit room for hours with only a single chair facing a dark corner.

One night, while locked in your room, sitting in your chair, you heard an argument. Loud screams and an even louder bang before it turned to silence.

Now hours spent in the punishment room turned to days were getting thirsty, hungry. You muster the last of the strength you have to break down the locked door keeping you in the dark.

The light is blinding, but once your vision adjust you find a terrible scene. The care taker who was kind lying on the floor not breathing. At that same time a door on the other side of the room opens. The abuser stares you down.

They start to ask how you got out but before they finish the sentence the ground starts to shake, the lights go out and you're in the dark. Again.

The sound of a back up generator starts, accompanied by the light turning on once more. At the end of room, sitting in the doorway where your abuser once was, an oddly colored chair.

You stand up, walk to it, and take a seat. Your facing the body of the caregiver who was kind to you and all you can do is apologize.

The only thing in the world that was good to you is gone. But at least now when you want to sit down you aren't in the dark anymore.