Lying back in his bed, once again pretending to be asleep while the rest of the group sits behind his back, whispering and giggling. And no one noticed. No one tried to look at his eyes, to read them... Come on, it can't be that easy to isolate him, can it? The faces he was once so excited to see before... Now he knew he'd break down crying if he turned around. So he stayed silent, gripping and biting onto his pillow, his eyes unfocused, staring at the wall. He heard shuffling and the door clicking, footsteps moving away from him... And all he could think was 'come on, don't leave me...'