He crouches in the corner of the room, head clasped in his hands as he rocks back and forth. His eyes are squeezed shut, tears trickling out from under his eyelids as he succumbs to the hellfire rattling around his head.

The pain spreads from his head to his chest, making his heart pound like it's broken beyond repair.

"Not again." The voice in his head says. "You've been through this before."

"It's all the same." Another voice pipes up.

"You'll never change. You're always gonna be shit."

But one voice overpowers the rest.

"YOU KNOW THE WAY OUT, DON'T YOU?!"

He digs his nails into the sides of his head.

"YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO TO ESCAPE IT ALL!"

"N-No..." He croaks out as his throat tightens, tears still staining his face.

"ALL IT TAKES IS A LITTLE TOO MANY PILLS... THEY'RE NOT HELPING YOU ANYWAY!"

"I'm n-not allowed to d-die."

"WHO SAYS?! WHO FUCKING SAYS?! DO IT... OR ARE YOU A WIMP?!"