i sighed warily as my gaze drifted out towards the window in my dimly lit bedroom. faint laughter sounded from outside; the neighbors children must’ve been playing around with each other. how i wish i could be a part of that… yet something inside me lit fervent alarm at even the thought of leaving my room. i had been here for days, only stepping foot into the hallway when i needed to use the restroom or accept food from my parents (i was surprised they even fed me, to be honest). it wasn’t agoraphobia, no, rather a complete lack of motivation, or care for that matter, on my part. a sudden knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. “hiyaku, honey?” my mother’s voice murmured from behind the door. i quickly leapt up to let her in. she took a few tentative steps in before she stopped, as if she was scared my room would shatter from even the lightest pressure. “it’s time you started seeing a therapist.” my head instantly began to spin.
hiyaku btw
