TheOtherBillionaire

The purple scars beneath my eyes, they will never heal. I toss and turn all throughout the night searching for my lost hope. Walking on the treadmill of life has never been this painful. With every step now, I want to collapse. There is somewhere I can be. Light shines through the windows, blinding us. But it doesn't matter. Our eyes are already closed, because we are laughing. Thank you, my boiz. You've changed my life. Now I can live, instead of hiding away. Scars do not trouble me now, and I no longer want to make more.

Chapter 2: 2 Chairs    Chloe and Anton were sitting on uncomfortable, plastic chairs, in a hallway, by a door. A small woman from reception was standing across the thin hall, peeking through the window in the door, but neither Chloe nor Anton paid her any attention. They were busy with their phones. Chloe was reading an article about the latest mass shooting, Anton was tapping furiously at his screen, playing a shooter game. Chloe leaned over and glanced at his screen, then shook her head in disgust.    “What?” Anton asked monotonously.    “Those types of games desensitise people to violence.”    “Yeah, W