He slowly dragged himself through the hallway. He glanced at the clock. 3:57PM. "Three minutes." He sat down.
The past few days had been rough for Alexander. He couldn't handle anything. He questioned his place on earth. He felt like he didn't deserve to live. He felt weak. Unworthy of life. He cried every night. His parents whipped belts and whacked hangers on his back, just because he cried. Why, he would ask, why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this agony?!
He went to school alone. His old band of friends have left him. Alexander is used to betrayals. He couldn't trust anyone due to this. He couldn't even trust his own teachers. He'd cut once a week. He felt like a social outcast. Memories flooded into his mind. That very night.
"Alexander Murphy?" A voice boomed through the hallway. Alexander turned toward it. Instantly, he saw a tall, well-built man standing in front of the door. He wore a suit and red neck tie. His hair was neat and kempt.
Alexander walked into the Scary Man's office. He named people and things according to what they looked like. To him.
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Midnight Thoughts
De TodoHe stared at the Sheet of Paper. He named it that because it changed the way he viewed life. This piece of paper had a diagnosis. He stood there, paralyzed. He denied that he had this condition repeatedly, though inside, he knew that he had to accep...
