Slowly pushing open your door, Nightmare looked down at you, a look of disgust across his features. His eye was narrowed, and he walked over to you, pushing you slightly.

I haven’t seen you leave your room in days, it’s revolting, you know? You can’t do anything right, it’s no wonder you don’t even try.

Shaking his head in disappointment, your boyfriend left the room, slamming the door behind him, and leaving you alone to suffer. He seemed he didn’t care about how you felt, or you at all.