We sit there in our pyjamas watching some random movie. Something about this flat seems welcoming to me.

I sip warm milk on the opposite side of the couch, once I'm finished I braid my damp hair then look back at Thomas. Who smiles at me sweetly.

"Do you want me to have sex with you or something?" I ask him.
"No! Why would you think that?"
"No reason."
"Have you called your parents?"
"Course not."
"I think you should."
"I can't. I ran away because I can't bare to see them anyone."
"Did they hurt you?"
"Yes,they never cared."
"So that's why you ran away?"
"Yeah. I needed a new life,away from them. Away from bullies,away from everyone who did me wrong."
"So you never had freedom?"
"A had my own freedom."
"What do you mean?"
"I started cutting and no one knew what was going on. But I had to stop before I died because I knew it wasn't some kind of escape to live. It was an escape to stop breathing."
"And you didn't want that?"
"For a while I did."
"You'll be safe here."
"Look... Can we change the subject,I don't really like this one?"
"Sure."
"So what do you do?"
"I'm a model. So you'll spend eleven till eight alone in the apartment but you could always go out."
"Okay. Look,I'm a little tired. Is it okay if I get some sleep?"
"Of course. Night,see you tomorrow."
"Bye."

I walk back into my room and climb under the fresh warm sheets,it doesn't take long until I fall asleep.

Every time I fall asleep I always have the same dream. I see a person,a little girl. Screaming,crying. In a locked white room and no one else can hear her,no one else cares. She can't stop. I can't stop.

I dart up,panting heavily then walk into the kitchen to get a drink of water,once I'm there I notice Thomas,near the living room glass doors which are open out on the balcony shirtless,smoking a cigarette. I had never smoked,but it never really bothered me. So I walk closer until I'm right next to him.

"Crap sorry." He quickly puts his cigarette out.
"No that's okay,"
"You smoke?"
"No. But that's okay."
"Why did you get up?"
"Nightmare. I always get them,do you?"
"No,not really?"
"Right."

I nod my head then look out onto the view of the city.
"It's beautiful."
"I know. It's probably one of the main reasons I chose this place."
"You're so lucky."
"It's your home too."
"They'll come for me you know that?"
"Who?"
"My parents. They'll pretend to care."
"Well I'm not pretending." He looks at me deep in the eyes "I care."