The light vibration of his mobile phone beneath his pillow alerted him to the fact his godless prayers had not been answered. He was awake, but more importantly, he was alive. Alex reached underneath the soft, downy lump and busied his hand in stopping the buzzing that wouldn't desist. He closed his eyes again and in the darkened room he began to think of the day which lay ahead of him. Which people he would see, what lessons lay before him, and how the hell would he rid himself of this godforsaken longing?
In the blackness, he stared bleakly at the scene before him. His small, infantile room glazed over his eyes as though he was trying to block out that he did not want. He didn't want this room, this house or this life. He wanted to leave it all behind him and start afresh, no matter the consequences.
A little, red light shone brightly in the gloom. It sank deep into Alex's eyes and began to play tricks with him. It told him of the times of his past he hated most and taught him to hate himself. The crimson pushed down into him and shook him, tearing him apart. A tear formed in the corner of his eye.
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