There's something wrong with me.
Since that guy I met. He's constantly on my mind, and not the "I wish he was here with me again" or the "I'd let him do the kinkiest things to me on this bed". No, the thought of him is like a leech on my brain, it hurts and it's scary. Me and Seán met him and another guy while we were on a walk on the outskirts of the town. They presented themselves as Mark and Felix. Then everything else is a blur.
Both me and my best friend are different, our viewers noticed it and some are even worried. We are too, not only about ourselves but about the other. We don't eat as much, we are less productive and way more angrier, since we don't want to fight each other we promised that when one of us is starting to boil with anger, we shut ourselves in the rooms. It's been working so far. My mind is tired, my body is starting to become fragile. I'm exhausted all of the time.
Seán's room must be a mess, I can always hear things shattering, his screams of anger sometimes scare me. Whenever I lay my eyes on him, his aura of kindness and playfullness shifts, it's getting darker and tainted with anger. He's skinnier, too. He cries a lot, too. They've got their claws on us, don't they?
I've never been more scared for us. My life is a mess.
