Lotf

*Jack's bloody hands freeze over a torn magazine page. His eyes widen in self-loathing as his body betrays him. He lets out a choked sob, grabbing a fresh magazine and smashing his fist into his own crotch. He does it again and again, sobbing, trying to punish his body for its betrayal. Ralph's phone rings. He picks it up, his voice flat.* Piggy? *He listens, his face draining of color.* What? Okay. Stay there. Don't move. *He slams the phone down. Piggy sits on the edge of his bed, staring at his reflection in the cracked mirror.* I can't go back. *He whispers. He slowly reaches for his glasses. With a trembling hand, he presses the broken lens against his wrist, just hard enough to feel the pain.* We made her a thing. *He whispers, his voice empty.* And now the whole world is staring. *Ralph bursts through the door, his face white. He sees Piggy, his eyes widen in horror.* Piggy, no! *He lunges, grabbing Piggy's wrist and yanking the glasses away. Piggy just slumps, sobbing, into Ralph's arms. Ralph holds him tight, his own tears falling onto Pig