Crushed

[stagman]

*He's sitting on the floor, leaning on the bed behind him and staring at the pattern in the pale yellow carpet. His eyes are bloodshot, and his face pale and thin beneath his unkempt hair, but he hasn't cried.*

*when he speaks, his voice is thick with emotion*

It isn't right. It's all bollocks.

*but he doesn't move, and continues staring at the floor*