When I went to school, everyone was staring at me, whispering to each other, and giving me looks. Wondering what the hell was going on, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how shitty I looked… I was in one of Laz’s hoodies, with only his boxers on. That’s why they were staring. They even confirmed it. The teachers were wondering what happened, and I said nothing. I was too traumatized to say anything to them. I was fidgeting all day, and I did my usual classes for the day. One of my teachers sent me down to the counselor’s office. Ms. Lancy, the counselor, had asked me questions and I answered none of them. When I got home though, I had a huge mental breakdown in the closet. Laz was trying to get in while it was happening, and he was successful. I told him what happened yesterday, the full story, and got angry but he calmed down a bit. He asked if I wanted to eat, and I said no, so we cuddled all night, so I can feel a little safer that night. But knowing Hunter, I’ll never be safe until I go back into hiding….