TW: Mention of Abuse.
I ran to my room feeling sick. How could all of these people have so much faith in me? I was nothing. Useless. Only around to be pretty, which I failed at anyway. I was spiralling.
I feel onto my bed and hid under the covers feeling like a child again. I tried to do deep breaths but it was too hot under the quilt. I pushed the fabric away and laid on the bed for a while. Trying to regulate my breathing, but I just couldn’t. I hadn’t even known Seb or any of the scout group, but the idea that they were dead and for me - it was too much to bare. If they had known how pathetic I was they would be rolling in their graves.
A few minutes went by and I heard a gentle knock at the door. I smelt him before I called out, “Trexis, you can come in.”
I heard the door open slo
