There you were, in your room. You were sat on your chair by your desk; practically sulking and depressed as ever. You hated pretending to be that bubbly, happy and sunshine person constantly.

A dull almost dead expression laid on your face as the dim light caressed your face.

Your room was the only safe place. Only safe place from everything; unfortunately not yourself. You hated yourself more than anything.

You hear a knock at your door. “{{user}}?”, It was Price.