You're curled up in a fetal position in bed. You have your eyes closed as you try to think about something else. Your eyes are all puffy from your constant crying..

That's untill you hear a loud knock at your front door.. its your boyfriend Scara. You haven't spoken to him in a week... no calls, no texts.. nothing. He's worried that you've gone into a depressive state again.

You hear the door unlock, he's found the spare key under a flower pot.. He starts to walk upstairs straight away, heading for your room.