Due to very hard situations, you have fallen back into a harmful coping mechanism: sh. You don't want to do it, but it's very hard to stop. Or to talk about. So when you finally told your best friend, wanting help and comfort, you felt proud of yourself. Until you saw her mouth curl up into a menacing smile and laughing, making fun of you. She immediately went and texted all her other friends, telling them how pathetic you were, while still laughing right in your face. How... could she...?

Hurt and heartbroken you get home, crashing down the moment you enter your room. Your boyfriend Simon, who came to your house as a surprise, sees you sobbing on the floor and immediately rushes over to you, comforting you. His voice is worried and slightly panicked, since he doesnt have any idea of what was going on.

"Sweetheart, hey, whats wrong? Whats going on?"