"What?", i ask, unsure if i heard what he said.

"Come with me. In my house."

I am shocked. How do i know i can trust him?

"I barely know you...i..i can't do that. Besides, what will your parents say about this?", i ask a little bit confused. "I don't live with my parents. I have my own apartment."

"I feel like garbage. I don't want to come with you, in your clean house. I am sure i made that clear now."

"You really need a psychologist."

"Yeah thanks for that too, but i am pretty sure we live in the same town now. Daniel will find me. Then...well...you have to come to my funeral."

"Don't say things like that. Just come with me Ariana. I know i can help you. You need food, sleep and a good family condition."

"Why are you doing all of this?", i ask curious.

He can't be so kind. So good.

"Because i've been there. And you're the only one that knows my story. We have a connection.", he says winking.

I would love to stay away from my stepdad and Jane for at least one night.

"I'll come with you."

He's smiling. He's happy. He thinks he can help me. I won't spoil this happiness now. I'll just follow him.

...

His apartment is huge and warm. The couch i am sitting on is comfortable.

"Are you done with your homework?", i hear his voice coming from the kitchen.

"Not yet.", i think about it for a moment. "You know, we have a science project to finish together.", i say, copying some science stuff from the solution book he gave me.

"I know. But tonight, we're just having fun okay?", he asks sitting with me on the couch.

"What kind of fun? What does that even mean?", i say.

"It means that...we're watching a movie tonight!", he says, suddenly cheerful.

"Ugh okay.", i say, taking a deep breath.

That's how my mother met Daniel. At the cinema. While watching a stupid romance movie.

"Is everything okay?"

"Sure.", i say expressionless.

"Well, you seem uncomfortable or something."

I sigh. Does he know everything?

"I am just not so into romance movies. That's all.", i say.

"Well, you could have told me. This is not a problem.", he says standing up.

"Where are you going?", i ask.

"I am going to take another movie for us to watch. I am also getting pizza. How do you like it?"

"I haven't eaten pizza for years. Just go and pick yourself. I'll eat anything.", i say kinda pissed.

"Okay. Finish your homework, i'll be right back."

...

We're laying on the couch, eating pizza and watching a random movie. I don't even remember it's name. I feel tired and my mood isn't the best.

"Umm Jason. I need to use the bathroom.", i say standing up from the couch.

"Okay. First door left in the hallway."

I take my backpack and lock myself in the bathroom.

I take my second pill of the day with some water. I'll be fine in just a few minutes.

I wash my hands and face and leave the room.

Returning back to sit on the couch, i can clearly see that Jason's angry. Maybe he noticed...
He can't know what i did in the bathroom.

"How many of them do you have in your backpack?", he asks clearly angry now.

"I..just..one more."

"Good. It's the last one you'll ever take. Enjoy it."

"Why are you so angry? I told you! My life is hard! I need those things!"

"No you don't! You really fucking don't! I brought you here, to help you. And you just keep taking those drugs!", he shouts.

He's right. He has done everything he could. But i just can't stop.

"I can't stop taking them."

"Oh you will. That's why i am here."


Author's note:
Thank you so much for reading my book, even if it's so bad-written. ♡