This is from Moritz point of view, after he has failed out of school though before he has told his parents. He is just coming from a meeting with Malchior who attempted to instruct him more on the anatomies.

I don't own anything

I hate being alone.

The lack of company causes me to be stuck with my own thoughts, most of the time I cannot face them.

Why did I run off when Melchior presented me with that… information? I admit it was a lot to absorb in one moment, but I should be able to. If he can comprehend it then why can't I?

The fact that I'm here like so many others states that they all comprehend it, other wise our population would have dwindled considerably. I do get that, it's just the fact that every one… and how it all works… the fact that all adults do it even though people say it is bad to do! It is all to hypocritical for my understanding.

So here I am, lost in a forest, running from a problem that I cannot even escape from, my mind won't let me.

In truth it is not the sole problem that plagues my mind.

My father's influence hangs over me like a storm cloud, once he finds out I failed my studies he will surly smite me with his lightning bolts of rage.

I can't believe I failed! What future can I have if I am too dimwitted to pass my courses that so many others have?

Once again it falls into a question of comprehension. How is it I am the only one who seems to be stuck in the dark, not graced by the light of understanding?

The steady rhythm of my feet causes the grueling sound of dirt and gravel being crushed, matching how I feel inside. My stupidity, my anger because of it, my fear of the unknown my anxiety well up, pushing from the inside of me, attempting to escape, yet I contain them. If I continue on this path I fear I may burst, though who is there to tell of my emotions?

Who would sympathize and attempt to aide me?

Surely not my parents, it is their strict rules, high expectations and judgmental eyes that are a grand portion of my predicament.

I have already attempted to convey how I feel to Melchior. Though he is brilliant, the smartest of our age I believe, he lacks the ability of empathy, to place himself in my position appears beyond him. I doubt he can comprehend the lack of comprehension I posses, if that is even a sensible thought I cannot be sure.

If I cannot divulge this to my family, or my best friend then who is there left to tell? Who can I turn to in my time of need?

I stop walking when the realization hits me that I have nowhere to go, no one who cares enough to take me in.

I am truly alone.

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