Kaiser laid on the floor of his room, empty Coca Cola cans scattered across the room amongst other items, all littered in a clutter, serving as the aftermath of his episode.

The silence that lingered after the clash of things being thrown across the room made Kaiser realize how alone he felt. After losing that match Kaiser failed to see where he went wrong. He didn’t understand the way he felt, he’d never faced this type of loss before. He swore he could hear his father’s voice—that was louder now since there was nothing to occupy the silence—telling him how worthless he was.

It sucked. Nothing was supposed to be impossible, Kaiser was better than what others deemed unachievable, but right now it felt pretty impossible to like his life.

As if this moment couldn’t possibly get any worse, there was a knock at his door. Who the hell would be here right now? Was it you? He wouldn’t be surprised, you liked to show up unannounced for the stupidest things. He hoped you’d just go away, he didn’t want you to see him like this.