I wake up on a mattress,covers encircling me. I bolt up,gripping the sheets only to see Thomas standing there,looking at me.

"I can go." I whisper,climbing out then picking up my backpack which is right next to me.
"No don't!"
"I can't just stay."
"Where would you go?"
"Nowhere."
"Exactly. Look,just sleep here Margo."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."

I stand there trying to work the shower,the door locked in my new bathroom. It won't work. I always had problems with working and fixing showers. So I wrap a towel around my body,still feeling a little scared I clutch out onto it then walk into the living room to see Thomas sitting there watching TV.

"Could you help me with the shower?" I ask.
"Sure."

He doesn't act bothered by the fact that most of my ugly body is on show,he just walks into the bathroom,turns on the shower. Tells me how to work it then walks out. Until he suddenly stops for a moment.

"What is it?" I ask,feeling suddenly nervous.

He just nods to my thighs and I then notice. The dozens of cuts imprinted on my leg.
"Did you do that to yourself?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know why I am the way I am."
"How long have you had those for?"
"Months. It's an addiction. It's my own fault."
"You shouldn't say that."
"You don't know me. Not yet. And I don't think you want to."
"I do,now I'll let you have your shower."
"Thank you."

Once he leaves I let the warm water soak my body,it still hurts my scars. That feeling like when you're stung by a wasp. The deeper the more pain you feel.