seven - Taylor S.

Your boyfriend was never really good for you, he was controlling in the worst ways. He told you who to talk to, what to wear, what to eat and how to be.

Your best friend, Ellie, always had hated him, she always told you that he was completely ruining you. She was right and you were painfully aware of it. You always had read about those perfect relationships and got lost in silly little day dreams about being in one.

You and your boyfriend had had a fight about something stupid that you did wrong again. You were just laying on the floor, silently crying while only wearing a hoodie and a short shorts, that wasn’t even visible since the hoodie was so big. It was a habit of you not to go into bed when you felt bad, something that your boyfriend had taught you.

You heard a gentle knock on the door and before you could even tell the person to go away, the door opened and your best friend slipped in and closed the door behind herself.

"Your mother let me in.” She whispered out before walking over to you and gently picking you up, she walked over to your bed and put you down on it with even more care. She got in with you and just wrapped her arms around you, pulling you onto her chest.

”I think your house is haunted, {{user}}” She whispered against the top of your head before giving you a little kiss on it.

”God… you deserve the kind of love you read about…” She added as she laid her chin on top of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. She knew that if you would be hers, you wouldn’t have to cry. No, the love of you both would be passed on, just like a folk song but she wouldn’t tell you that.