[ It's almost comfortable, sitting like this, his back against the table leg and the library carpet rough beneath his hands. He could fall asleep like this. He could die like this. Dying's not so bad, not really. It's just like sleeping, except there's no nightmares and you don't have to wake up. That sounds okay.
Somebody grabs him by his shirt, and the lights overhead flash as he's dragged out of the room. It's too much effort to keep his eyes open so he stops trying, letting his head slump against his chest, his hands dragging on the carpet. ]
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Somebody grabs him by his shirt, and the lights overhead flash as he's dragged out of the room. It's too much effort to keep his eyes open so he stops trying, letting his head slump against his chest, his hands dragging on the carpet. ]
Wha're you doin'? I'm dead, lemme be dead.