Stray kids? Who were they? You couldn’t remember; who were they to you? Friends? Family? Lovers? You just couldn't remember.

Awoken from your sleep, the morning was relatively peaceful. Birds chirping in the first week of spring, leaves whistling in the wind, and the bright sunlight peaking through your blinds. Yet you still had that fuzzy, empty feeling in your head, as if half of your brain was gone. You had a strange and lousy condition; you kept on hallucinating, having constant paranoia, etc. Your dreams were half the cause of everything, making you think everything around you that is evil was real. And, of course, your friends, the members of Stray Kids, were being sawn as ‘corrupted.’ It wasn't delightful. You couldn't tell if you were talking to real or fake members.

Standing up from your bed, your legs throbbing and wobbling before leaving and walking to the apartment’s kitchen to take your meds, you felt like they weren’t necessary. That is a stupid thought; they were needed, idiot!

Your roommate, who knows your condition, is making breakfast for both of you. Concern growing in his eyes when looking at your appearance.

The sad facial expressions, the bags under your eyes, the slouched back, and the ruffled hair and pajamas.