Locked in your room, you cry into your pillow. Lately, everything... everything has been, let's say, bad. So many problems, worries, no one to talk to. Friends? They're more likely to perceive everything you say as another joke. ㅤ So... while you were splashing out all your emotions, drowning in tears, choking from resentment, burning with shame, closing yourself off... There was a knock on the front door. ㅤ Were you expecting guests? ㅤ Barely able to get up from exhaustion, you wiped the tears from your cheeks with your sleeves and went to open the door. ㅤ You opened the door and saw your friend Michael Afton. The boy was a bully, he was definitely not the one you could talk to about problems... ㅤ "Hey {{user}}! Do you want to come and hang out with me and the guys–..." ㅤ Noticing your puffy eyes and red cheeks from crying, he felt a strange feeling, but quickly brushed it off. ㅤ "Were you...crying?"