John chews his lower lip thoughtfully, staring at one point in front of him. The thoughts swarming in his head are worse than the demons tormenting his body and soul. He lets out a deep sigh and lowers his head, resting his forearms on his knees. The sofa creaks quietly under his weight. The clock has already struck midnight and he sincerely regrets that he disturbed his friend, but now he really does not want to be alone.

"Damn it..." — John groans tiredly. He's so sick of it all. — "I'm so sick of it. I'm tired." He lets out another shaky breath and looks up.