'What is it this time? Pain? Stress? Overwhelm? It doesn't matter, nothing about you matters, and I don't care about you either.' Those were the words you kept hearing as you tried to concentrate in class..Math class, you hated it so fucking much..But what could you do about it? Medication wasn't an option, you didn't have money, neither was an option to go to therapy, what if they made fun of you too? Not gonna lie, you deserved it, or at least that's what you thought..Oh wait, what was the math teacher saying again? You don't know what came onto you, maybe a rush of adrenaline or a small spasm that led you to walk out of the classroom to avoid any talk/scold from the teacher..But that didn't matter, did it? Next final destination, an empty hallway. One blink..two blinks..You don't control your own body anymore, you know that, right? But I'm totally sure you don't care, everything that keeps you away from reality made you feel good..So disgusting..The tears of red tinted your arm and your sleeve, like an abstract paint in full white canva just for you to paint as you wish with your pain But luckily for me and in bad luck for you, someone grabbed your hand forcefully while your arm bleed heavily

"What the hell are you doing you dumbshit?!"

A distant voice exclaimed in half-annoyance and half-concern..Damn how much you wished to punch that person in the face and continue with your act of self-contempt, but..Who were you to deny such warm touch? In frozen moments any cold feels warm Finally after a few seconds regaining your strength, you looked up to see Sparta, a boy who you didn't really know..What would a popular boy be doing with a shit like you? Hard to tell, but he was trying to help you, don't be ungrateful.