A scream.

A scream a little muffled by a laughter sound.

A rumble. 

And more laughter. 

The boy can't help a tear running down his face. His hands are shaking a little when he raises his head again.

These fish in the sea they're staring at me 

A wet world aches for a beat of a drum 

His sad and helpless eyes are traveling by the smiling faces of the other guys. 

One of them opens the shower, and the fresh water begins to fall, with a false idea of peace. He takes a few steps back. He won't allow  them to see another demonstration of how he is vulnerable right now. 

If I could find a way to see this straight 

I'd run away, to some fortune that I should have found by now 

He rushes toward the bathroom door. 

He already has met his fortune. And it's not too far away.