The noises that surrounded him where that of a disembodied force. They were unnaturally strong, and seethed with hate, wishing the worst upon him. They ate at the deeper part of his heart, and tore his soul to shreds. The pain that was introduced was that of a whole other level. His body yearned for the release, but he believed we was far too scared to do such atrocious doings. He'd hurt himself at a distant attempt to rid himself of the pain, but there was no permanent solution, or so he thought.
He hated the things he did. He hated everything about himself, for the words changed his opinion of himself. He was a brilliant kid; bright, and always ready to learn. One small mistake and suddenly the entire school knew what he had done, and everyone was against him. He would push, day by day, to make himself the better person he yearned himself to be, but he had never been able to make it there. He would crawl out of the hole to find himself presented with a thousand more issues, and he would recede back into said hole. It was an infinite loop, guided by tine itself.
He would lay in bed, with no energy, with a heavy feeling in his chest. He couldn't shake this feeling, nor could he accept it. It was always there, as if shouting at him. The only time he wouldn't feel such pain was around her. She was otherworldly beautiful to him. Her very presence in his life brought him enough joy to rud off the darkness that engoulfed his mind.
But she felt the same darkness he did.
