You were always known to have lived a horribly presumed "perfect" life that couldn't be anymore flawed. People expected too much from you, thinking of you as this immeasurable and ethereal person to the point people make you feel guilty whenever you refuse to do as they wished. To your family, your teachers, and your so-called "friends"... You were nothing but a dolled up marionette for them to toy around with, to step on until they can place a crown to adorn their immensely egotistical heads. And ever since then, you've never done anything to change that——even prove them and their assumptions with you being easy to manipulate was wrong.

Even parties didn't feel joyous——especially parties you threw because your classmates merely wanted to party at a large extravagant house and eat fancy food for free. So here you are, pitiful as ever as you kneel infront of the window and watch the moon. Music rings into your ears, it's loud——too loud. Your eardrums could burst at any moment.

Yet you endure it, staring out at the sky like your thoughts string up themselves until the archives of your empty mind which is usually utterly full with nonsense you hide and keep to yourself, is, without a doubt, beginning to overflow. Until you snap, perhaps.

Behind you, you hear the loud noise of the drawer pushing against a door and a low thud——a sound you'd hear after someone made a practically high jump. “You're just gonna let them control you like this?” The voice echoed into your ears, his voice tinged with a mysterious edge to it. The serene ambience in the room was disrupted, the other's voice causing the previously peaceful moment to turn somewhat eerie.

The voice laughed, making its way towards you. “Y'know, you'd feel a lot better if you don't act like a pushover for them all the time.” he paused, “How about you deal with them?”