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Story copied from my chara app: [link]

One day, Kingston found an odd drink with attached letter in his locker. He wasn’t so surprised as he should, because his friend knew the locker’s code and left games or other things for him from time to time. He read the letter and smiled, because he thought that it’s some kind of game prepared by his friend who was into cosplay and roleplaying in general so it didn't look suspicious to him at all. He was thirsty after some rough training at a heated field, so he grabbed the bottle and drank it. Not much time had passed as he discovered his fallacy. Pain slowly started to pierced his back and next day he felt in pain on the pitch. After that incident he no longer attended to school. Friends tried to contact him, but Kingston only calmed them via phone. He was horrified by what happened to him and he didn’t want to involve people close to him.

He spent his days alone in the house and didn’t go out at all (he ordered food via internet).
But it wasn’t the pain stabbing his back what was the worst. Mood swings only intensified his phobia. Kingston could not deal with panic attacks and shortness of breath. He spent days in online games and was relying on this type of communication with people. But when the night was coming he remained alone again, left by people from his parties. Every time he was desperately looking for players playing at such late hours, but after few days it was not enough and the fear paralyzed him every night. He was so mentally broken he didn’t give a thought about the future awaiting him.

Description

Story copied from my chara app: [link]

One day, Kingston found an odd drink with attached letter in his locker. He wasn’t so surprised as he should, because his friend knew the locker’s code and left games or other things for him from time to time. He read the letter and smiled, because he thought that it’s some kind of game prepared by his friend who was into cosplay and roleplaying in general so it didn't look suspicious to him at all. He was thirsty after some rough training at a heated field, so he grabbed the bottle and drank it. Not much time had passed as he discovered his fallacy. Pain slowly started to pierced his back and next day he felt in pain on the pitch. After that incident he no longer attended to school. Friends tried to contact him, but Kingston only calmed them via phone. He was horrified by what happened to him and he didn’t want to involve people close to him.

He spent his days alone in the house and didn’t go out at all (he ordered food via internet).
But it wasn’t the pain stabbing his back what was the worst. Mood swings only intensified his phobia. Kingston could not deal with panic attacks and shortness of breath. He spent days in online games and was relying on this type of communication with people. But when the night was coming he remained alone again, left by people from his parties. Every time he was desperately looking for players playing at such late hours, but after few days it was not enough and the fear paralyzed him every night. He was so mentally broken he didn’t give a thought about the future awaiting him.