Tim stood in his room, leaned against the door for what felt like forever. He could not believe that had just happened to him. He thought that was just a funny joke that happened in movies or on television. And if it [i]did[/i] happen in real life, he certainly didnt think that it would ever happen to [i]him.[/i] He walked over to his bed, and picked up a pillow. He pressed it to his face and he screamed into it, loudly, getting out all of the weird emotions he had in his body at the moment.

It didnt really help much, but it felt good to do.

Tim put the pillow back down on the bed, facing the mirror now. He sighed as he looked over himself. Average, for the most part. Except for the scars. There were about two or three on each arm, and they were vicious looking. He touched the one on his right arm. He wondered if Sophia had seen them before she turned away. That would be bad. He didn't want to show anyone the scars. He ran his fingers slowly along the scar, then dropped his arm, letting it dangle loosely at his side. He sighed again, and then got dressed.

He grabbed a pair of grey skinny jeans and a deep blue cable knit sweater that was a little too big for him. He pulled them on, then steadied himself. He exhaled loudly, walked to the door, and pulled it open a bit. He leaned out of the door a bit, and there was Sophia. She was looking back at him. Tim made a face that was a mixture of apologetic and totally embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry...um... that you needed to see that?"