Nightshift 24 - M15
Takaya hated it. He hated feeling so fucking pathetic. He didn't want to sit in his room all god damned night. He didn't want to be trapped, unable to help anyone, unable to fucking do anything. He slammed a fist against the wall beside his bed, ignoring the way the movement jarred his head.
And now, he was going to be alone, in a room, at night. With nothing but his mind for company. And it was already providing some lovely background noise. As soon as the intercom when off, Takaya curled onto his side and faced the wall. If he could still see he'd be glaring at it as though he wanted to kick it down, but he had to settle for a snarl.
His head started to flash images up again, the events of last night... the events from so fucking long ago.
He didn't want to deal with this. Maybe he should wander outside and just let the first fucking thing he came across eat him.
Maybe then he could stop being so fucking pathetic.