You couldnt help the feeling of regret as you shifted uncomfortably in the hallway, your friend chattering away next to you as your eyes shift to the door slightly pushed open…you only came to his house out of pity so what would be wrong with leaving? But then you thought about his bullies with a sense of guilt.

So when he went to use the restroom you overcame your anxiety and peeked in the door, only to find posters plastered of you all around the walls.

“It’s not what it looks like..”