It's surrounding him. Pouring in around him like a deep black sea. It's suffocating him. It swallows him whole engulfing him in his own misery. Despair seeps in penetrating his soul. No room to breath, too dark to see, too alone to feel. He's falling and he can't stop.
He inhales a long deep breath of much needed cold air as if coming out of the water after holding it for an eternity. Foggy and blurry, his vision comes into focus. The light is too bright. He moans and stumbles to the bathroom. As he brushes his teeth he sees an unhappy looking young man staring back at him with hatred in his eyes. His face was pale and young but his eyes were dark and full of age. The boys hair was a midnight black tangle of mess. He felt as though the face he saw belonged to someone else.
After getting dressed he sighed and stumbled over to his bag full of books. "Another grey uneventful day just like all the others." He thought to himself. He put on a grey scarf and black jacket. He could hear loud snoring, fidgeting, and readjustment coming from the other room. He sighed and quietly shuffled out the beat up wooden door of his run down home outside into the cold.
