Johnny's POV

I lay on my bed and stared hard at the ceiling like it had done something wrong to me. Everything felt like a movie to me. I had gone from one problem to another and the problems never seemed to have any end at all. It was like running around in circles and always returning to the starting point. I was so clueless.

I saw the ceiling move as I kept looking at it. It kept turning right before my eyes. Perhaps, I was being played by my eyes or it was my mind having as much fun as it could with my head. All that mattered was...