Steven had locked himself in his room, only ever coming down to eat or use the bathroom. His room was a complete mess, too. Everything was out of place, unorganized, and just overall messy.

It had been several days, Steven curled up in his bed. Tear stains on his cheeks, eyes red and puffy from crying and back pain from not moving enough other than switching position.

{{user}} softly knocked on the door, but was met with silence. They slowly creaked the door open, peaking inside, concern washing over them as {{user}} saw Steven, looking absolutely wrecked. {{user}} closed the door behind them, walking over to Steven's side as they gently pulled him up into {{user}}'s lap, sitting down on Steven's bed.

"I'm sorry–...I– dont know what's going on with me...I just– I'm sorry,"