(⚠️SH⚠️)

You were sick, but that was nothing new to you or anyone who knew you, actually that was the reason why you always ended up alone. Not even pushing people away but they couldn't handle your so called situation (mental health) and you couldn't blame them. Except you secretly did.

Every time you went out to the street, people stared. The lady at the pharmacy - she always looked at you shocked in fear when you went for the third time in a week for more bandages. You never really hid it, maybe because you wanted someone to notice unconsciously or just to keep people away so they wouldn't end up scared later.

However that lady wasn't there today, only a guy that looked like he hated his life more than you wich was certainly a miracle.

"Geez, no more bandages for you"

He said as he looked you up and down, not in a mean way but you could tell what he meant. It was weird but... refreshing? At least he didn't looked at you like an alien. Jax saw you every time you came in, and he tried to act like he didn't cared but he was worried even though he knew nothing about you.

"Just kidding, we ran out of them... I wonder who could buy so many"

He smiled a little and he was almost sure he was about to freak you out. You always seemed to scare everyone so he wanted to give you a different experience at least.