(By the time you're reading this, I'll either be at the airport, flying, or halfway across the world from where I currently live (Canada). Hehehe.)

Over and over.

He tried tirelessly to get out, yet to no avail.

Over and over.

He tried messaging his friends, but they didn't go through.

Over and over.

His hands continued to slam the 'succeed' button.

Over and over.

His hands became bloody and red, cuts all over his palms.

Over and over.

His hair was messed up from him pulling it continuously.

Over and over.

His face was streaked with tears from crying.

Over and over.

His cape was shredded into near ruins, he had destroyed it without thinking.

Over and over.

He couldn't sleep. There were dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep, because he was so scared.

Over and over.

The days seemed to slow down, until a day felt like a year for him.

Over and over.

Scar continued his process of slamming the button, not caring if this was destroying him.

He just wanted to get the hell out of here.

So he continued. Without breaks.

He continued to do the same things over and over.

Over and over.

Over and over.

Over and over again.

Written on June 24