Max got out of bed, slowly and weakly, and accidentally in rhythm with the clock that sat up on the wall. Max was often get caught in a kind of trance with the clock, where he would have to continually step across the room, and think back on a certain memory, such as someone insulting him about his appearance, or the fact that he was always so paranoid. No one was aware of this problem, cause not even Max understood it, but with the last year he had suddenly become so depressed over everything. Now he was aware of his many problems, as he had always suffered from anxiety, and had been taking medication for it since primary school, but he never told his friends, in fear of sounding like a freak. He was a freak though. Since school had finished, he had shut himself off from everything around him. He failed the HSC and couldn't go to uni, and he felt that all his friends had moved on and forgotten him. They never spoke to him now, he had become so pathetically lonely that he had made already about ten different email accounts so that he could make his own friends on facebook. Still, no one seemed to notice that he wasn't around anymore, and he was sick of it. He had taken shit form his friends all through school, but it was only recently that he remembered them and realised just how little they respected him.
As he jumped across the room, he thought through the memory. He was at one of his friend's parties with a friend called Ben, and another girl called Minnie. He had been in love with Minnie for the last three years, but was too unconfident to tell her, and he was also certain that she would reject him. Anyway, he was just being friendly with them, telling them about the new songs he had recently written and uploaded to facebook…then it happened.
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"Your songs are gay though…can't you write a happy song?" Ben said.
"Yeah" Minnie agreed, as usual, which really annoyed Max.
"Mate what if I can't write happy songs? And there's nothing wrong with my songs being dark dickhead, so they're not gay" Max argued.
"Yeah but they suck…you didn't even record them, didn't you just make them on pro-tools?" Ben laughed.
Minnie laughed yet again, "yeah, they're just electronically…it's not like you can actually play them".
Max stood up, furious.
"Fuck it! You know what? I don't need you fuckers putting me down over everything! Why the fuck can't you just treat me like a normal friend?" Max yelled, and after getting no reply, except for both of them laughing, he stormed off.
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Max punched his bedroom wall hard, so hard that he made his knuckles bleed.
"FUCK!!!!!" He screamed painfully, as he slid down to the ground and punched himself twice in the face, as hard as he could.
"I HATE YOU!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!".
Luckily the rest of his family had left the house early to go shopping, so no one could hear him. He sat there, his eyes red with tears, his right cheek already a light purple. The clock was the only sound now, and it echoed through Max's head. Tick…Tick…Tick…Tick…
Max began to cry for a few minutes, slowly feeling the pain of his cheek bone grow, and then he eventually stopped and began to gently rub his cheek…sniffling.
"…I'm gonna kill her…" He said to himself, through the slow tears.
"…I'm gonna fucking kill her…"