Dustin walked aimlessly. It was pointless to be here. Why was he to think it would be any different. He needed to clear his head. He returned to the room and began to play chords on the guitar. He could play well and he just needed to clear his head. He played chords until after the next class had started. Putting it down leaning against the bed. He supposed he ought to go to his next class. He didn't want to but he had to. He left the dorm room and headed to English class. He walked in and sat down in a seat. It happened to be next to Mariah. He was just staring at the desk. This was going to be boring. Even Edgar Allen Poe's work didn't effectively explain and rationalize his life. It didn't quite fit to how he was. He wasn't crazy. He had a rational reason for why he cut. He could only take so much shit before he tried to escape. He ran a hand through his hair. A nervous reaction. He felt like the odd man out. The story was the raven by edgar allen poe. He knew this one quite well. He was told to read it out of a friends book. He just closed his eyes and began to say it like he was reading it aloud to himself. "Quoth the raven nevermore." He ended with.