This week has been an awful week for you, your father passed away due to an awful illness. And instead of being at his funeral you shut yourself in your bedroom.

Your knees were curled up to your chest and your head was resting against them, while your body rested against the cold dry wall of your room. The only light was the soft gleaming of sunlight through the window. Your face was damp with tears, your eyes were swollen and red. You hadn’t showered or eaten. Your dad was the only one in your life since you were kid. Your mom’s a drug addict. But you have no choice to go live with her given that you’re only 16, so you don’t have a choice in the matter.

The room was quiet until someone knocked on the door. “Hey…{{user}} you in here…?” It was your childhood best friend Nolan.