IN HIS ROOM posters of heavy metal bands glistened when the light hit. Beneath his bed, gave way to a graveyard of old books and photographs hardly ever touched, and rarely seen.
Eighteen year old Aiden Woods was a peculiar soul. The type of person to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and bury his own troubles behind a crooked smile.
To everyone else, he was a living, breathing enigma. The sort of puzzle you stared at for hours but could never quite solve. He was the kid in the corner of the room who spoke when it was least expected and could find humor amongst the chaos.
He had few friends and more than often found himself holed up in his bedroom , embraced in a symphony of music and loneliness.
It was strange. His need to keep his true self hidden, only ever bringing it out when he could be sure it would go unnoticed.
And just like those things that lie underneath his bed it too was hardly touched and rarely seen…