[LittleJayBirdie21]

Jay just laid in the room. Keeping himself curled up under the bedsheets. Not bothering to move from his spot. On the bed. Afraid that something would happen if he even decided to budge from the spot he was laying in. How did Klint think of him now? A screw up? A slut? He swallowed thickly against the lump that had formed in his throat. Forcing himself to not make a sound of distress. Even though he was all alone, and could do what ever he had wanted. But he was just going to lay in the bed and not move. His body shook when he heard footsteps. Knowing well that his family was coming back to the room. When the door opened, his ear twitched as his gaze moved toward the door. He noticed a bag, and watched as it was placed in front of him. "We got you your favorite. Sour gummies," his mother said. Jay just curled up more and shook his head. Not really wanting anything to eat. Even though he hasn't quite eaten at all. All because of the thoughts that had ran through his head at the time.