#asyr

The taller boy sat in his corner of his bed, head shaking side to side. His eyes were closed for a while, knees hugged loosely against his chest. Dark brown hair covered his eyes, head hanging as it shook from side to side.

Why they really thought to send you away~

Large eyes opened to dart to the door.

Oh don't worry, it's not locked. But nobody will come for you anyways. You're alone. Just like you should be. Locked in a box of your imperfections-

His eyes glanced at a sleeve, just a little out of place. Just a little insultingly, disgustingly out of place. But with another shake of his head, the eyes closed, shut tight.

But no matter how tight you shut your eyes you can feel it can't you? There are so many things wrong with you, with this room. Why can't you fix them? It would be a simple task for anybody else.. What's the matter with you, I wander? The reason why all of your friends left you when you claimed to need them the most, why you'd come back to find your things just a little bit out of place.. Whatever it is, you know you deserve it right? You deserve to be alone, with me, the realism behind your gilded thoughts of 'normalcy'. Really, they're so amusing~

There was a pain in his arm as he scratched, hugging himself tight, wishing it away, wishing it all away. Tears ran white hot down his cheeks as he bit hard on his bottom lip. Was he shaking?