Story: Just a disorder • Larry Stylinson

I sat on my bed, thinking about my life.
Was it getting better?
Or was everything just getting worse?
I didn't know.

Someone walked into the dark room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
The new boy looked up, he seemed scared.
I just wanted to be alone.

"I don't want to talk with you," I said.
His eyes turned from green to grey.
"Why not?" he asked.
I didn't know.

I was crying my eyes out, I was upset.
"What's wrong?" my roommate asked.
"I can't take it," I stuttered.
I didn't want to be alone anymore.