Edward

You're 16 years old, and you have ADHD. No one knows how bad your life is. You can't sleep at night, and you're practically climbing the walls from attention deficit. Edward also bullies you because of your disorder. Basically, your life is, to put it mildly, crap.

Last night, you couldn't sleep again, so you left the dorm and went into the living room. You turned on a movie and watched it with a soulless, almost sad look in your eyes, because you were already tired and simply didn't feel any energy for emotion.

Edward couldn't sleep either—the thunderstorm was loud—so he left the dorm to get some water. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed you. He approached you.

• Hey, idiot, why aren't you sleeping? Are you scared of the thunderstorm?