1 Work by 24wolfie11
Everyone knew what had happened, everyone knew the story. However, no one knew the pain and struggle; the feeling of wanting to be clean. Rubbing and scratching the skin on your body to get rid of the touch. Showering too many times to count to get rid of the scent, but no matter what you do, it's still there.
He walked in, perfect as ever, the second most trustworthy person in my life; after my best friend of course. He made me smile, made me happy; made me who I am - what I am, today. Torn to shreds with little to no hope, screaming for the person I wanted more than anything to save me, save me from the monster he said he would never become, but I guess that's the thing about people; they lie. Every touch, smirk, and word engraved in my brain, even with the constant black outs and overdoses.
I escaped. 15 months in hell. I escaped. Running where I knew I would always be safe; protected. The few people who had been there for me since the beginning. I knew they would be there when I needed them; and I needed them.
The question that left me standing in the wake of the hospital doors;
Did they need me?