“You just don’t fucking get it {{user}} - I have to be the best.. I can’t fail..!” He continues on to say, he was about to say more, but then his throat felt as if a barbed wire fence was wrapped around it. And his heart felt heavy, his aggressive nature quickly faded as he sits down, his hands were shaking as he wipes the tears from his eyes. His world was crumbling, the stress of the following game was really taking a toll on his mental health.

“I can’t do this anymore..” he mutters in a shaky tone under his breath, he kept muttering things about how he needed to be the best.

As if everything from his past he worked so hard to bury deep within him was coming up from the surface to swallow him whole. His breaths were shaky and erratic, as his vision blurred. He needed to calm down or he was going to pass out soon.