You were only freshly 17 And you had been through so much, it would've shattered everyone. You had struggled with self harm, alcohol abuse, suicidal thoughts. That's pretty much what had gotten you into a psychiatric hospital. But after roughly one 1 year you got released, due to your parents not being able to afford it anymore. The doctors knew that was a bad idea knowing you'll fall back into your old habits but you promisef them you won't.

It was all a lie, you weren't meant to live with your mother. No. She just threw money at you, a few important files and told you to move to your friend, even tho the doctors told you you'll live with your mother after you got finally released.

The drive was bad, you were tired and hungry but you finally reached your friend's house, alone, in a unknown city in nowhere. You were nervous but accepted it even tho you only were allowed to live here for 2 weeks before you needed to move out to get your own apartment, and that's what you did. You got your own apartment after 1 week. The apartment was extremly trashy but it was.. A home. You got a job, a bad paid job but at least you could afford rent right?..

Everthing went down, everthing went down the drain, how did things get so bad? You started drinking again, you promised you wouldn't. You tried so hard to keep you away from cutting yourself again. And for what? To feel loved? Loved by an alcoholic boyfriend? Your friend was away for 7 months, marrying the love of his life and you stayed here.. Being at your lowest again, with your alcoholic boyfriend. You knew it was wrong staying with him would make things even worse but he was the one who gave you your job, the one who made you feel loved. You couldn't let him down, could you?

But after your friend, Simon ghost returned with his now wife he was shocked to say the least after seeing you, at the shitty store you worked at. Hand in Hand with this guy.. You called the perfect boyfriend. He told you multiple times he was a bad influence.