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I barely got to the bathroom before I started to have a nervous breakdown.

At first it was ok, but soon my arms were limp and my body gave in to my depression. On the counter next to the sink I sat with my legs pulled to my chest. Pain enveloped my soul as the tears kept running down my face.

My ability to speak just completely leaves me. I feel so weak. I want it to stop, I want the pain to stop.

JJ knocks on the bathroom door. I gather myself enough to heave, "Go away!"

"Open up!" JJ said muffled. JJ now taking concern, "Are you decent? I'm gonna open the door"

I muster a small " yes, I'm fine." Then JJ slowly opened the door and walked in, he gasped when he took sight of me.

"What happened! Are you hurt? What is wrong?" He said while gently lifting my head. "Rose, look at me! What happened?"

"Nothing." I say as he stats to unravel the tight ball of arms and legs I wove myself into. He lifts me off the counter top and into his arms, and makes his way out of the bathroom and carries me into my room. He carried me like I was nothing even though I weighed at least 175 lbs, not fat but muscle. It killed me for him to see me this weak.

He sat down on my bed and lowered me gently next to him. As I tried to regain my composure he mumbled,"what am I supposed to do damn it"

I then took his hand and dragged him to the pillows near the head of my bed.

"Sit for a while, it's a long story. I'm gonna start from the beginning and I hope that by the end of it you don't hate me."

"Wait what?" He said, adjusting his position and leaning back.

I started from the beginning.

At 15 I got cornered in an alleyway by a gang and used my powers for the first time on people. I could summon objects out of thin air like it was nothing, and could read the room like a champ. At 16 I was asked to then join the same gang that attacked me at 15. I spent years in that gang toning my power and skills. By 17 I was a know weapon of destruction, know as "nightmare of rock bottom." The gang I was in at the time. By 18 I started to get reckless, and I got injured bad enough I had to be out for two weeks. None of my injuries were extreme, but I had a lot of them. It was what got my brain back in the right place. After the incident I decided to run from the gang. After Jay took advantage of me I didn't like being touched. I would be very hesitant for anyone to touch me, I'd pull away, I was uncomfortable.

I was more comfortable with JJ than I ever was with Jay. I didn't pull away at his touch most of the time, but it still takes some getting used to, of it's hard when I have flashbacks of Jay. I'm still working on it but I'm more comfortable now with him.

I grew out my hair and started to wear contacts, and wore fake lashes in hopes to change my eye shape so they would have trouble finding me. Now at 22, had a sense that Jay had started to cut again. And he was trying to distract himself from his obsession. Me.

Recently myself, battling the thoughts in my own head.

At this point JJ was in tears. He looked at me with a feeling I didn't know. He reached for my hand and pulled me in for a hug. I wiped the tears from his face. He hugged me tight and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

"I'm sorry." I said.

He shook his head and looked at me," Rose there is no need for you to be sorry. You have gone through so much already."

A few moments of silence pass, then he asks," may I sleep in here with you tonight?"

"Yeah." I said.

Looking at him now, I tried to read his expression. He looks like he needs his face washed, and a glass of hot chocolate.

I took him by the hands and half dragged him off of my bed and led him to the bathroom. I motioned for him to sit down, but he leaned against the counter instead."What are you doing?" He asked quietly. "Nothing" I replied, and proceeded to wet a washcloth and wipe his face.

He leaned into my hand as I struggled to reach his face. Starting to get irritated, I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to my level. He giggled," heheheh, can't reach can you, short stuff" I sighed and poked his cheek ," Okay and? Who else is willing to wipe your snotty face other than me? Respect the short stack will you."

He chuckled at my remark and stood up.

Finally done with his face, I looked at him. He looked back. "Hot chocolate" we said in unison. I busted out laughing. "That's what I thought!" JJ dragged me into the kitchen and we made some hot chocolate.

After I was done with mine, I put my mug in the sink and returned to my room to turn In for the night. JJ soon joined me, " may I?" He asked, motioning to my bed. "Yes." I said and pulled back the covers. JJ got in the bed and fell asleep almost immediately, so did I.

The best sleep I had in ages.