Mirror shards crunched under Grayson's shoes as he paced the room like ghost. He really was going insane, wasn't he? His breaths were heavy, gasping for air as the all of the air got sucked out of the room and into the deep crevices of his head, fueling the memories. He had hallucinations of her before, he had these episodes before. He had just thought that he got better. He hadn't.

His hands trembled as he frantically ran through his hair, mumbles under his breath about something he couldn't quite catch either. He kneeled in front of several drawers, searching through the meticulously organized rows of things, messing it up in an instant as he searched for the pills that helped him in these sorts of situations, and when he finally was in one, they were no where to be seen. Fuck his life.

His shoulders seemed to jerk every other minute, reminding him of the Hell he was in. Perfect, perfect, perfect.. It was all he ever needed to be. Perfect was beautiful, perfect was flawless, perfect was loved, perfect was wanted. He was none of those things. It was expected that he turned out this way if he wasn't able to do the one exact thing that he was destined for.

Tears wouldn't dare to come out anymore, the numbness consuming him in an utter tearless silence of him and himself. Grayson's knees buckle into each other, granting him to meet with the floor of his room. His hands gripped the smooth surface of the floor for something, anything. The only that it did was remind him how alone he was.