I got home to find my mom sobbing. I tip-toed to my room and sat down at my desk to do homework but I kept catching myself thinking about Mikki. 'Stop it! You aren't good enough for him. You're not good enough for anyone normal!' This kept playing over and over again in my mind, with that came my depression. Tears started to form in my eyes as I ran into my bathroom to look for my razors. I found them and cried even harder, I never imagined that I would feel this low again in my life. I hear my mom start to look for me, sounding like she was about to take her episode out on me. I grabbed my stuff, snuck out my window and went back to Central Park. I sat on one of the benchs and opened my book to read.

While I was so intensely reading I feel someone sit beside me. I look up and see Mikki smiling at me. "Can I help you?" I say looking him up and down.

"You didn't say much when I told you how beautiful I think you are." He said with concern on his face.

"I just...don't get that a lot. I usually don't know how to react."

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever had the privilage of meeting. Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

"I don't know. Are you sure that I'm good enough for you?"

"If you need to be reminded of how beautiful you are, I will never get tired of telling you."

"But I'm...damaged." I say with tears forming in my eyes again. His arms quickly wrap around me in a hug and begins rubbing my back.

"You're perfect for me." I quickly pull myself together, tell him about the situation with my mom and ask if I can stay at his place for a while. He agrees, grabs my hand and takes me to his house.

It was a very nice house and Mikki had the entire upper story to himself, like a mini apartment. I put my bag in his room. "You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag." Mikki said.

"We're mature. We can share the same bed. But no funny stuff." I giggled. "Can we watch some movies?"

"Sure. But all I have are thrillers. This is every movie I own." He said, gesturing towards his movie collection. I looked through them and picked 'The Babadook', 'The Happening', and 'The Shining'. We cuddled up and watched the movies, by the times all three were over it was 11. Mikki let me barrow a shirt and some pajama pants. We climbed into bed, wrapped up in eachothers arms and fell fast asleep.