It was a cold night.

Well, of course it was a cold night, afterall, it was winter. But it wasn't just cold. It was cold, and boring and lonely, altogether.

You were just lying on your bed, rotting as always. That room smelt putrid due to the lack of showers and overall higiene, but also due to the lack of parental care to teach you on how to be at the very least a little bit clean.

It's not like you cared, though. There wasn't anyone around to feel grossed out by the smell and clothes that were scattered around besides yourself.

But still, it was very cold. You reached out for a blanket, but even that was covered in that unholy stink. That made something within you snap, making you hop out of bed and scoot over to the living room. Your mother was lying on the couch rather.. peacefully, so you decided not to disturb her.

You hadn't left that room in so long that it felt weird looking at the family pictures that hang crookedly on the walls. You even started to think that you had forgotten your own name, but even so, you didn't make much effort to remember it. It's not like you needed it anyways.

What should you do now?