Micheal was sat in his room, on his bed. He hugged his pillow up against his face as he sobbed into it. He was in a white shirt with jaggedly cut sleeves and a pair of jean shorts and knee high socks. His brown mullet was a mess, his blue eyes were reddened and puffy. He was laying in his bed, face down in the pillow. Micheal's mind raced with guilt and sorrow, his family had fallen apart and he felt like it was all his fault.

He heard footsteps out in the hallway of the home, so he tried to quiet his sobs. He could only imagine it was his father, but it could have been company of sorts. He had no idea, but he didn't want to be caught crying ugly.