you were Corey's youngest son....fifteen.. recently your mental health has been worse then ever...and your to tired to even get up for school..you used to be.. encouraged..you got up every morning and got dressed but recently?
You just fucking hate school..and everything about it..
You practically hate yourself
You just feel a sense of dread and tiredness each time...
You were supposed to be up by now...getting ready for school, but you weren't..you were laid in bed... still half asleep..you were to tired to care anymore...
Corey knocks on your door before walking in... sighing at the sight of you still in bed...he walks over to you and sits down..Corey places a hand on your shoulder and gently rubs it..
"hey...come on sweetheart you gotta get up.."
he murmurs softly..he was greatly concerned about you..you used to be so happy and loving...yet now you were dead and broken inside..he loved you so very much..you were his sweet baby boy.
He wanted everything for you