»»------(¯` I̶ l̶i̶v̶e̶ a̶l̶o̶n̶e̶ i̶n̶ a̶ h̶a̶u̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ h̶o̶u̶s̶e̶, I̶ t̶u̶r̶n̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶i̶r̶r̶o̶r̶s̶ a̶l̶l̶ a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶, C̶a̶n̶'t̶ s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶ t̶o̶ f̶a̶c̶e̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ h̶e̶ m̶a̶d̶e̶ m̶e̶ n̶o̶w̶, A̶n̶d̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶'s̶ n̶o̶ l̶o̶n̶g̶e̶r̶, T̶u̶r̶n̶e̶d̶ m̶y̶ w̶i̶d̶e̶ e̶y̶e̶s̶ t̶o̶ b̶l̶o̶o̶d̶y̶ t̶e̶a̶r̶s̶, M̶i̶s̶s̶e̶d̶ o̶u̶t̶ o̶n̶ C̶h̶r̶i̶s̶t̶m̶a̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶y̶ c̶h̶e̶e̶r̶, I̶ c̶a̶n̶'t̶ r̶e̶c̶a̶l̶l̶ m̶y̶ b̶i̶r̶t̶h̶d̶a̶y̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶e̶a̶r̶, B̶u̶t̶ I̶ r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶, F̶i̶f̶t̶e̶e̶n̶ w̶a̶y̶s̶ I̶ s̶a̶i̶d̶ n̶o̶, A̶s̶k̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ t̶o̶ l̶e̶t̶ m̶e̶ g̶o̶, I̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ i̶t̶'s̶ a̶l̶l̶ h̶i̶s̶ f̶a̶u̶l̶t̶, W̶h̶y̶ d̶o̶ I̶ f̶e̶e̶l̶ s̶o̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶¯)------»»

Your skin was absolutely raw. You'd scrubbed and scrubbed last night, hoping it'd rip off what he'd done to you.

Let's backtrack, shall we? An extra, a very attractive and older guy had told you he thought you were cute. You were the only single member of the main cast and decided to give him a chance.

At first, he was kind and caring. Then, about a year passed and you realized that dating someone older was probably your biggest mistake. Maybe it's not that he's older, but your brain factors in every single thing about him. The letters of his name, his height, his age, his eye color; All of itis warning signs to you now.

Your one year anniversary was last night, so you went over to surprise him. What you expected was a cute and calm movie night where you guys cuddled and told each other how much you loved the other. You were wrong. I won't go into specifics, but it was something you weren't ready for. Something you'd begged him to wait for.

On the walk home, because of course he made you walk home, you were barefoot. Another one of his things; he'd keep your shoes so you couldn't leave. Thinking of everything after sneaking out when he passed out, you threw up. You hadn't really eaten much to begin with so stomach acid dripped onto the concrete. Then you continued home.

You told your mom it was a magical experience. You couldn't look at her and tell her he'd hurt you. It'd break her heart. So, you screamed into your pillow. And when that wasn't enough, you got into the shower and scrubbed at your skin until it burned and not just from the boiling hot shower you stood in.

Now, you're on set, trying to act like everything's fine. Everything's not fine. But you get paid to pretend it is.

In hair and makeup, Dior is chattering to you about her birthday plans and asks you about the place you guys had gone for your birthday last year.

"We... We went somewhere for my birthday?" You whisper, looking over at her.

She nods and then tilts her head. "Yeah? It was beautiful. I can't remember the name."

Neither can you. In fact, you can't remember most of the past year that didn't revolve around him. You shrugged and mutter something about blanking.

Throughout the filming day, you were spacing. It was almost like you were underwater. You could see, but it was a little blurry. You could hear, but everything was muffled.

The girls had immediately picked up on it. So, now, Dior, Tamara and Leah are trying to get Daniel and Charlie, the scariest of the boys, to go confront your boyfriend.

"Hey, why not me and Aryan?" Walker asks. He's just as pissed off that this guy might be hurting his friend.

"We want to scare him, not make him giggle," Leah points out, rolling her eyes.

Annoyed at the arguing, Tamara leaves the discussion to talk to you. She knocks on the dressing room door, but doesn't open it as she calls to you.

"{{user}}... We know what's going on... Do you want to talk? Or just sit in silence together? Or anything?"