Luna met me on the way to our front door to help me carry my things down. When we were all safely strapped into the car, I had time to take her in. She was wearing grey leggings and an oversized BMTH shirt. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her feet were clad in sneakers. She wasn’t wearing any makeup but I thought she looked great.

Her car smelled of cookies and a whiff of mint. It was a nice smell, calming and refreshing at the same time.

We listened to some Blink-182, I found her taste in music very nice.

We arrived at her apartment block only shortly after and started carrying my stuff inside. Mari was still asleep and suckling on her thumb.

Collapsing on the sofa, I admired her living room. She had a huge DVD collection and an artificial fireplace which flooded the room with a soft light. Opposite to the couch was also a small TV. It was a small room in general, but it was very nicely decorated (not too much) and the big window to my left made it seem bigger.

Suddenly something tapped my shoulder lightly. It was Luna, two mugs of hot chocolate in her hands. I accepted mine and promptly burst into tears. She set hers down and hugged me tightly.
When I had somewhat calmed down, I took a sip. This was heaven. Thick, creamy chocolate with a hint of caramel. I had more of it and felt the warmth from the drink spread through my body. I was more relaxed now and decided it was time to sleep, it was already 3 am. I transferred Mari from her buggy to her foldable travel bed.

I asked Luna for the bathroom and she led me there. When the doors were closed, I stripped off my clothes, revealing all my scars. I stood in the harsh, cold light of the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was very pale except for the region at my hips; it was pink from the scars. I sighed and slipped on my night-boxershorts and my t-shirt. I usually didn’t sleep with a t-shirt on but I was staying at a girl’s house, a girl who I didn’t know for very long now.

I slept on the sofa despite Luna’s attempts to have me sleep in her bed. I didn’t want to force her out of her bed though, so I set up home on her comfortable couch.

I had left a note at my and Jack’s house, telling him I was with a friend because I needed to think things through.

I fell asleep quickly, exhausted from this long day.

Notes

So many exams, so little time to write... I'm sorry guys. But hey, at least I am updating, right?
Also, I will stop putting the trigger warnings for each spereate chapter now because this whole story is a huge self-harm trigger warning so yeah.

Are you all doing fine? :)
Title credit goes to BMTH's song Hospital for Souls.

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-Laura