Indigo eyes.

Lockdown from Angel's eyes.

TRIGGER WARNING!
Eating disorder.
Lockdown/Pandemic/Quarantine.

It's been three days since they've announced that England needs to go in lockdown, and it's not just their country, the whole world is also being quarantined, some countries are still debating whether it is necessary and if it's worth closing down everything and having people loose their jobs.

One thing that they're doing in every country is encouraging people not to touch each other, fearing that you can get possessed just by touching someone, they're having people divided and slowly entering depression.

Angel didn't really get what the big deal was at first, he didn't see much of a problem with staying locked in given that it's something he's been doing his whole life. He loves being out in nature but he always feels more safe and secure at home.

Glenn didn't give him any homework fearing that it would only make the quarantine harder on him. He already feels guilty for locking him in days in advanced, he finally came to his sense that what he was doing was pure child abuse. If Angel was like any other kid they would have already thrown a tantrum by now. But Angel was completely comfortable.

The first day he finished a whole novel of over three-hundred pages.
The second day he watched all of his vhs tapes.
On the third day he didn't know what to do, Glenn told him to go out in nature and just breathe some fresh air. Angel was taken aback because he knows that if the cops find him out and about they will fine him. Glenn reminded him that they're in the middle of nowhere, the chances of cops coming out here to check on them were one in a million. Besides the rules were to say clear of anyone who is not a family member. The is literally no one around so he's not breaking any laws.
Angel much to his content explored parts of the forest that he hasn't seen in over a year. Lots of plants grew and lots of snails climbed on trees that were on the verge of collapsing and he found that he grew quite a bit within a year and he can't fit into places that he used to fit in once before.
He retraces his steps back and forth three times and finally admits it to himself. 'I'm bored. I've reached my limits. I can't take it anymore.' The dreary feeling of his freedom being stripped away finally creeps into him. 'It's ridiculous. There even aren't any demons around.' He finds a comfortable tree to sit under and meditate. Usually inhaling and exhaling through his nose helped decrease the heavy, stagnant feelings he felt in his chest but not this time, it won't go away.

'I have to live with the choices I made.' He says staring at the stones on the ground. 'That's what I'm turning into. I used to really like sitting under a tree. But I feel like this situation is forcing my breathe away... I've never talked to myself so much and when I have I was simply quoting movie scenes and sometimes changing the words to my liking.'

Angel goes back inside hoping to find lunch ready but he realizes that only half hour passed since he went out. Not four hours, just thirty minutes. It's still nine in the morning. 'How is this possibly? I have so many cramps that I can my stomach devouring itself.' He remembers now that when he was in class he was always so bored and so hungry aswell, he just struggled to distinguish boredom from hunger.

He rushes to the fridge and finds that in there there are only things to cook for lunch. 'Glenn! I'm hungry! And not snack-time hungry. But big meal hungry. I'm  craving pasta! Steak! Fish sticks!'
Glenn laughs 'Angel, it's nine in the morning.'
'I know. But my stomach hurts so much. It's because I'm so bored and I'm starving.'

Glenn keeps laughing and takes out a jar of raisins and walnuts.
Angel was hoping that he would pull out something more colourful out the of the cabinets.
'Eat this, I know that because they don't look too satisfying but they should keep you happy until lunch.' Glenn says.
Angel's been locked in for so long that he's not even able to tell if Glenn's grammar is correct.