Val didn't feel afraid as much anyway. Instead he finally had hope. Something he never had for a while.. a very long while, but it was a feeling that he took in with a warm welcome.
As the days and weeks went by. His condition worsened, bad thoughts clouded his mind. Thoughts that he believed was true. No one liked him, no one loved him. Everyone lies to him, everyone hates him. The thoughts soon overpowered him.
He became a husk, a shell without a soul by now. All he wanted was to have a friend again. He hated everyday living. Before he was such a loved person and everyone wanted to be his friend. Now as he looks back he realizes this isn't the past anymore.
He sits in his room from time to time and writes stories. His eyes taken over by tears, his ears taken over by soft music. He smiles here and there to remind him that someday just someday he won't have the bad thoughts again. Still holding true to his childish heart. One he doesn't want to let go.
In Val's room isn't much. He enjoyed to play video games but had no real friends. He listened to music on the daily to keep his feelings at bay. His clothes barely fit him anymore. Since he rarely goes outside anymore. As he walks around the most prized item he has comes into view.
A picture of his mother, the source of his childish nature. He can't stare at the picture too long, it hurts him. For hours or even days; but he has gotten used to hiding it all. Hiding the pain, so he goes on in life. Everything is expected from him as if he had superpowers. To work here and there. Join this and that.
When really all that little Val ever wanted was to feel happy again, not by taking some pills or going to a "doctor". He wanted a person. To fill a part in him that is corrupted by the void. He wants nothing else but to be happy. Happiness he would chuckle, eyes half closed, mouth slightly open.
He knows someday that happiness will come when he will meet his Valentine. That one moment when he and his new lover will dance in the living room with matching sweaters even if the heat is killing them. He would lay down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling while snuggled up. Hearts in the air while he thought heavily.