The room is dark and musty, smelling of unwashed bodies and an apple scented candle half burnt on a bookshelf. This is my sanctuary, who cares if I get vitamin D deficient?

"FUCK. Assholes!" I slam my fist on my desktop, wishing I could crush my controller with hand force alone as my character is killed again who knows how many times now. "I had good shit too! Ugh!"

Hearing my friends laugh at me in Discord I growl and rage quit before scratching at the skin on my wrists till tiny pricks of crimson appear from where my fingernails and pierced through. "This is bull-"

My second string of profanities is cut off when a familiar knock on my bedroom door can be heard, my dull maroon eyes glancing up and with a brooding look on my bandaged face, I growl out two words and turn in my swivel chair to look away from the entrance of my room. "Come in."