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The sun was almost rising, the curtains to the shared room shut to try and prevent the inevitable a few seconds.
Tissues had left the room a while ago. He was half-awake when he heard the sickly contestant leave without a word, probably assuming Trophy was still sleeping.
God, he wish he was.
Trophy tried to screw his eyes shut more, rolling around on his bed to lay on his side, facing the wall as he attempted to force himself to sleep.
He didn’t want to deal with today. It’d be just another stupid day with stupid people. What would be the point of it if it was just the same thing happening every week?
He clutched the blanket slightly closer. He was getting irritated, having to force his eyes to stay shut. He’d been keeping them closed for a while, to the point where he had to keep them closed manually.
He reluctantly opened his eyes, squinting. It wasn’t even that bright in the room due to the curtains. At least that made his morning a bit better.
He groaned slightly, feeling the weight of the day begin to set on his shoulders, forcing him upwards into a sitting position, hands keeping his upper body from collapsing back onto the bed, onto the pillows and blankets that felt more cold the longer he stayed with them.
Trophy furrowed his eyebrows, staring ahead at the blank wall for some time. He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t have the motivation for it. Hell, he didn’t have motivation for really anything today. Or was that just his annoyance and tiredness speaking? He couldn’t tell.
His hands curled into fists around the bed sheet below him, feeling himself get more upset as he just sat there. He should be doing something. He could be doing something.
But he didn’t. He couldn’t.
He hated days like this. Where not even the idea of going out of the hotel to go take pictures would excite him. All he wanted to do was lay in his bed, doing nothing but sleeping. But he couldn’t do that. A jock like him couldn’t just be lazy like this. He knew that.
So why did he feel like this? It was unreasonable. But it kept happening. Useless days, where nothing sparked his interest.
As his thoughts spiraled further into his head, his annoyance only kicked up, building up into something he’d have to try hiding from the other contestants. Something that he’d always fail pretty badly at. They’d stare at his pissed expression whenever he passed, eyes lingering on the fists clenched so tightly by his side that his knuckles turned white. He knew they’d notice, he could feel it as their gaze watched him, and he hated it to some degree. Being looked at like something was wrong with him. It disgusted him.
The door to his room knocked, startling him out of his head. He glared at the door, anger flaring up at the interruption. He didn’t bother replying, as he knew who’d be knocking.
“Hey, Trophy. If you’re awake, come down here. Breakfast is ending in a few minutes, and I’m not listening to you complain about missing it.”
The voice spoke, muffled slightly by the wooden door between them. Trophy could recognize it as Oj. The hotel owner.
Trophy kept his eyes on the door, listening as the already small sounds of footsteps faded away.
He groaned quietly, screwing his eyes shut as if that’d help his situation. But he opened them, seeing no results from a useless attempt.
He took in a deep breath.
It was whatever. He’d get breakfast, eat it for a bit, get sick of it, and come back up. That’s what he’d do. It was the only thing he could do. Yeah.
It’d be okay.
It’d be okay, he told himself as he forced his already exhausted legs off the side of the bed, slipping into his sneakers.
It’d be okay, he told himself as he slipped his hoodie over his sleep shirt, not bothering to replace his shirt. No one would notice anyways.
It’d be okay, he told himself one last time as he forced himself to step forward to the door, hand clutching the doorknob, unable to stop his eyebrows from furrowing and the corner of his lips from turning downwards slightly.
I’ll make it through the day, he thought as he opened the door into the bright hallways, grimacing at the lights shining above.
I’ll make it. Surely.