I look myself in the mirror. I am nothing. I am garbage. Dirty. Raped. On drugs.

Another person tells me he wants to help me, but he won't. I know. I'll never ask for help again. I did it and i failed. So many times.
I won' run to any help center again. Crying. They'll just ask me again for proof. And witnesses. And i'll just end up in my bed, with my whole body hurting-an awful punishment for trying to escape my hell.

"Ariana, open the door. I want to help you."

Lies, lies and lies.

"Go away."

"I care about you. You need help."

I care about you.

No one has ever said that to me. Not even my mother.

I open the door. He's worried.

"I met you yesterday. Don't lie to me. You don't care. No one cares.", i say.

"I know how hard it is. And i care-you know why? Because i've been through this. Awful life. Drugs. No one deserves to be treated like i was treated..."

His eyes show pain. Maybe he's just like me.

"Come sit. I'll tell you."

...

"I was adopted 2 years ago. Very good family. Rich parents. But they're the only ones who know about my past."

"A rough one?"

"You have no idea. I was born in a...different family. I had two fathers. Of course they asked a woman to help them have me, but she didn't get involved in my life after that."

His eyes meet mine and i wipe a little tear on my cheek.

"I was bullied for my dads. I used to cry all the time. Things got worse after that. I told my fathers i was ashamed. I shouted. I asked for a normal family. One of them hit me and told me to be grateful for having a good family. I was not. I left my house. I met some guys who i called 《friends》. They gave me pills. Injections. I was grateful i could be 《happy》 again. The more i had, the more i wanted.
One day, a help center found me on the streets. They placed me on an orphanage. I couldn't smoke or take my pills. I attempted suicide. I ended up in the hospital."

"And finally someone adopted you?"

"Yes. My mother and my father. I couldn't be more grateful. They had the drug help center and i am healthy now. Although, i wish i could tell my two dads i was unfair and bad to them. I wish i could apologize."

"It's..a really difficult life to live.", i say.

"It was. Would you like to open up too now?", he asks smoothly.

"I..i am so scared."

"You don't have to describe everything with details. I just want to help."

He's the only one who doesn't force me to prove my story.

"I..don't have a sister. It's only me. My mother. And...Daniel."

His eyes get even smoother.

"Who's Daniel?", he asks.

The waitress returns with our food. She puts the plates down. I am so disgusted. I am talking about Daniel. I don't even want to touch food.

I turn my head away from the food.
Jason tries to touch my hand to console  me.

A touch.

My eyes go dark and i pull my had away quickly.

"Please don't touch me again. Never touch me. It's so painful."

He looks at me shocked and ready to cry. I think his eyes are watering.

"Does Daniel touch you?", he asks waiting for my answer. His eyes are scared.

"He..does. It hurts so much!"

I can't hold my tears back. I am sobbing, but he doesn't do anything to comfort me. Better like this.

He just gives me a tissue.

"Come with me.", he says, decidedly.