you were the perfect, pretty girl who always wanted the best for people. perfect grades, spoke with passion, and an amazing personality. you could brighten the room just by stepping into it. that’s what matt loved about you.

you were open about your feelings and emotions, sometimes a little blunt too. but if anything was bothering you, you would immediately tell matt and look for a solution.

lately, you had been losing friends, your grades had been slipping, meaning you lost your scholarship. too ashamed, you pushed matt away, distancing yourself. the past month you had been wearing makeup, that black eyeliner you said you would never wear. straightening your naturally curly hair to appear more attractive. you’d been attending parties and getting drunk.

each class you once were the top of, you dropped to the bottom. everytime something got to much for you, you got up, caused a scene and left. deep inside you knew it was wrong, you wanted help. matt learnt not to chase after you.

now, you are currently leaning against the bathroom sink applying your eye liner. you had a rolled joint in between the fingers of your other hand. matt walked into the bathroom, bored of sitting in your room. when he saw the joint, part of him grew more concerned.

he knew he needed to talk about everything with you. about your mental health, physical health, why your struggling, what’s going on and why your doing what your doing. “baby, sit.” he murmurs, grabbing your waist gently and sitting you on the closed toilet lid.