"Ughh! Not again!"
Kieran rose from his bed, his head banging, his shirt sticking to his body, soaked in sweat. He looked like someone who had just had a nightmare.
The dark circles underneath his eyes and the little eye bags that had begun to form only helped to accentuate that image.
He slowly shifted into a sitting position, burying his face into his palm and running his fingers through his hair which was also slick with sweat. He really looked like he was on the verge of collapsing.
He took his eyes to the table at the side, the only accessory in the bland room. On it was a small book – looking like a diary.
After a short moment of staring at it non stop with what seemed to be hesitation or fatigue, he approached the table and picked up the book, which was slightly propped up due to the pen in the middle.
Opening it up, a handwriting that was barely legible was revealed.
"I should have asked for writing lessons while at it too"
