Beat. |PHIGHTING PHAN PHIC|ANGST

Inside

"..why...just why....?" Boombox sighed sadly as he sat down next to his boombox. He threw the blood stained knife at the wall hard. "Just..why did I have to do it again...." He shuffled over to the desk. He had been doing, you guessed it. He'd been doing this for a month now, ever since he had a squabble with his friends, Shuriken, Slingshot, Skateboard and Valk. His life was in tatters. Boombox turned to ODing and SHing, his only way of being comforted. Blood oozed from the fresh wounds he had done onto himself earlier. He threw the bottle of pills across the room. "..why..!" He buries his face into his hands and curled up into a ball on the ground, breaking out into sobs and cries. He normally wasn't like this, he had to retry hard not to show much negative emotions when he was outside. "D-don't cr-cry, Boombox...they'll g-get worried.." he tried so hard not to cry anymore. He eventually calms down and stops crying, his face stained with tears. He glanced at the mirror, Come on, Boombox. Smile, it's not good to be sad. He forced a smile on his face. Smile.