Liam closed his eyes. In his mind, he wasn't in a cramped bedroom anymore. He was standing in a gray, digitized wasteland, much like the music video he’d watched on a loop. He saw the "beats"—the physical manifestations of the pain—shaking the foundations of the house. Every snare hit was a strike against the invisible hands that tried to hold him down. Every distorted chord was a shield.
He reached for his headphones, the plastic cracked and taped together, and pressed them against his ears. He didn't just turn on the music; he stepped into it. Korn - Falling Away From Me
As Jonathan Davis’s voice shifted from a desperate whisper to a guttural roar, the world outside the headphones began to blur. The walls of his room felt less like a cage and more like a cocoon. The song was a frantic heartbeat, a chaotic pulse that matched the frantic rhythm of a kid trying to disappear into his own skin. Liam closed his eyes