my arm was stained with red fingernail marks up my arm that levi caused. he was doing what i was too scared to do, so i didn’t mind. i didn’t even flinch, i had prepared myself to take pain for a long time, but was too afraid, but now that something small like that had happened, i was somehow all prepared.

    i stared at levi as he walked away and he didn’t glance back at me, he stared at his feet the whole time. i think he was obsessed with himself and the depression that plagued his mind. most of us here were obsessed with ourselves, even if it was an obsession with hatred. i wanted to feel more guilt, but i really wasn’t feeling much, these antidepressants were definitely having an affect on me.

    i found myself stumb...

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