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James sits on the sofa, the voices from the TV fill the room. He feels lonely, depressed and hurt... voices raise as the characters from the TV shout on and on. It senses James on his nerves as he turns the TV off.

Silence hits in... sighing, he looks down at his arms, although sending Steve away still leaves marks of his appearance.. lines from his cut skin and the nylon stitching threads leaving pieces of art onto his entire body.

Everyday James sees the marks heal more although the stitching threads remains. He became a monster...

James takes a better look at the stiches, seeing them being stitched perfectly.

He looks away from his arms and lays down on the sofa..all alone.. words run through his head, Steve's words telling him to eat.

James shakes his head and turns around, facing the sofa as he curls himself up. The hunger is hunting him, he feels his body being slowly eaten away.

A thin figure is all that's been left from him.

He doesn't want to do anything, not even maths or breathing... the mental damage hit him. The grieve.

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