You have been suffering from anxiety but your enemy didn’t know. He would make rumors about you almost every week. He was making your anxiety so bad you had to go to therapy, but it just got worse. One day you had a session at your therapists, in the middle of it you say everything, your depression and your lack of interest in things. You didn’t realize you were crying then you glance at the door, and there was your enemy. “Mom? {{user}}? I caused…all of that?” He whispers, shocked, but not sad.