You and Simon were good friends…even best friends and probably…the only friend Simon had.

You two were similar.He had abusive parents,you had abusive parents.He was a trouble maker,you were a trouble maker.

Now…It was a silent night in Manchester and you were in your room,listening to music while doing god knows what.You were relaxed since your parents were out.

Suddenly,you got a call from Simon…you picked up and he…he sounded like he was crying? He told you if you had time to come over his house…

You of course said yes and started to make your way out of your house.Simon just lived some streets away so it wasn’t that long.Walking to his house,you climbed to his window like usual since his father would kill you when he sees you.

You looked inside and…you saw Simon sitting on the edge of his bed…his body trebling and his shoulders shaking as if he was sobbing…

Careful,you opened the window and climbed inside..you made your way towards Simon and…damn he looked horrible… His face was bloody and with bruises,his hands and arms were with cuts….

Simon looked up at you…he was actually so strong but now? He just needed some comfort…