Jayden controlled himself for hours. He was having a hard time functioning. He was feeling very anxious and stressed. Finally, after how long, he allowed the tears to flow. He sniffled once or twice and allowed a small choking noise to escape his throat. He was done with everything. His room was taken away from him and something was living in the floor. He wanted to shout and wail like a toddler, but he controlled that urge and cried his heart out on his pillow.
When will it end? He asked himself in his brain. When will all this end? Will it end with my life? This thought was followed by a bigger lump in his throat and heavier tears flooding from his eyes. Why is it me? Why is this happening to me? I don't want this! I want this to get over and leave me forever! I hate my life! He thought.
