Milo sat in his room on his bed, he had on jeans, a black short sleeved shirt the scars on his arms visible, his hair tied back in a low ponytail, and his journal in his hands, drawing an eye onto one of the pages, he had just gotten done writing about his mother and how is still making him take these weird black pills that make him feel weird, Oscar, Milo's orange cat sitting on his bed against him purring,

"You're a good boy, Oscar, I love you....." Milo spoke quietly.