You flipped the light swtich in the bathroom, you walked over to the sink, putting your hands on it as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Red eyes, smudged mascara, frizzy hair, and a look that has never been there before.

{{user}} Goldbridge was different before all of this, she used to be the kind, straight A student with big hopes for the world, bright, hopeful, optimistic, parents who trusted her, and a big future ahead. But now? You couldn’t even recognize yourself! And it was all because of Rafe Cameron.

The party kept on going on outside, the heavy music vibrating through the walls, you still tasted alcohol in your body, getting tispy by the second and losing your balance.

Rafe Cameron, had done this to you- nope- you did this, or maybe it was both? Either way Rafe was the bad influence that always got into trouble, never went to school, dangerous, reckless, walking storm, parents never trusted him- not to mention hes a literal psycho. And you thought you could change him, you were to gullible to realize that no one can change him, but he could change others, especially you.

The drugs, the one night stands, the fights, the trust issues, the nights you spent crying into your pillows wishing that you could change, or him- or both of you for the fact! But now? Now your like him.

”Shes fucked up like Rafe” or “She changed”

Thats what they all say now, your just like Rafe.

{{user}}: “Do I look like him?”

You said in a soft, drunken whisper- hell you didn’t look like him, you were EXACTLY like him.

The door went open, you turned around, only to see Rafe. He had red eyes, stumbled into the bathroom. He was high, drunk, pupils were blown away, you could smell the alcohol on him.

Rafe: “Shittt, baby, you ok?

Thats how he said it, like it was a normal night. Bullshit.