Dear Gloomy Sunshine

Disturbed by the tinny song and the crackling of snack puffs, Sayori slowly raised her eye towards the naked window basking her with blanketed sunlight. She feels the spoiled medicine leaked across her cheese-soaked sheets. Money wasted. Pillows as lumpy as she feels in her brain. The computer screen has long been dimmed since Sayori's all-nighter gaming binge, as if it was worn from her abuse.

The room is eerily quiet aside from the hums and the gentle rocking of the crumpled papers, half of them unwritten on.

Once again, Sayori heard the grumbles in her tummy.