Greg looked to the ceiling, his eyes as empty as they were the day he had moved out of his parent's house. Sitting on his twin sized mattress, he felt alone, yet his eyes darted around as if to look for anyone or anything watching. The ceiling was covered in mold, the green splotches complimenting the grey-yellow hue of the paint job, or lack thereof, as well as the flowery yet dull wallpaper encasing him in his room. His eyes kept darting about, looking for something to draw his attention to, yet nothing caught his eyes.