1 second
"Good night." He mumbled, getting up from his chair and stumbling into his room. He heard Annie let out a tiny gasp, like she was about to protest, but she let him pull the curtains of his room around him. Vanish.
5 seconds
Troy took a deep breath as he stood in the silence of his cacoon. He coouldn't think, couldn't move. Britta's words still rang in his mind, over and over and over.
He's...a loser.
A loser. That's all he'd ever be to her. A stupid kid who threw away his chance at a real life so he could build blanket forts and run around in costumes. Just a loser, nothing more.
20 seconds
Troy felt his face getting hot, as tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He stumbled towards his dresser as he dimly heard Annie yelling incredulously in the other room.
"What...is wrong with you?"
25 seconds
"What's wrong with me." Troy mumbled to himself. He blindly groped around in the top drawer, pulling out Abed's army knife. He pressed it to his forearm, harder, harder-
32 seconds
He could hear Jeff's voice rising as blood spilled all over his choclate skin, as the words soared into his room.
"We need to stop hating ourselves."
39 seconds
Troy dropped the knife.
He stared at his bloodly arm as Pierce's voice joined the mix.
Stop hating yourself.
42 seconds
Troy numbly turned and pulled a sock out of his drawer, tying it around his arm. He yanked his sleeve over it and wiped his eyes.
45 seconds
There was shouting all around his house. He had to go out and deal with it.
47 seconds
He yanked open his curtains.
"What are you all doing here?" He said, his voice strong.
48 seconds
No one would ever know.