3 days.
It had been 3 days since
Callum had so much as
gotten up from his bed.
But honestly? He didn't
see the point of getting up.
What for? Just to be an
embarrassing piece of shit
in public? For people to
judge and criticize him?
He fucking hated it. The
fame, the glory, the pressure
put onto him by everyone
to be the perfect child.
Handsome, healthy,
and talented. At least
one of those things was
true.
Late one night, he grabbed
his phone to check the time
and was met with a blinding
screen. After squinting and
blinking for a few seconds,
Callum read his notifications.
5 missed called, 13 unread
texts. He didn't bother to
check who they were from.
Scowling, he threw his
phone back down and
drew himself tightly
under his duvet.