On Our Way To Hell

4: We All Make Mistakes

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4: We All Make Mistakes

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Enna's pov

After taking a shower to calm my nerves, I take off my makeup and put on my same clothes from this morning. Exiting my room, I head for the kitchen and open the fridge to see what we had.

Turns out it was jam-packed with food and drink so we'd be perfectly fine for the month. I reach into the bottom compartment and take a bottle of red wine and shut the fridge door. I then reach into my pocket for a little metal case. After being sure it's there, I head out side, walking past everyone without even stopping to say hi.

I shut the door and sit on the porch swinging chair while taking the metal case out of my pocket. Retrieving a lighter from my pocket, I open the case and in-between my index finger and thumb, I take out a perfectly rolled joint.

Admiring the look of it before I light it, I smile and then put it into my mouth, flicking my lighter top open and pressing the button.

A flame busts from it and I hold it to the end of my joint, breathing in as it lights.

I then close my metal case and put both that and my lighter back in my pocket.

"Weed, really?"  Corpse walks out, raising an eyebrow as he walks over with two wine glasses. He must've seen me come out with the bottle.

"Mind your own business. I do it to destress."I let a cloud of smoke spill from my mouth and into the air.

"I'm not judging. I came to do it with you so you know." He shrugs. I squint and open the wind bottle pouring some into both of the glasses he's holding.

"I didn't know you were one for day drinking and day smoking." I chuckle.

"I'm not that's the thing. I just didn't want you to do it alone." He gives me a smile, though I cannot tell unde this mask, I can hear it in his voice.

"Well... Thank you... For that." I nod and take a glass off of him, swapping the joint in my mouth for some wine. I pass the joint over. He looks away from me, pulling his mask down and he taking a large drag before nodding and leaning back in his seat.

"It's no problem. I can tell you're somewhat struggling mentally and I do to so what better way than to help someone by trying to help yourself." He explains. I've never heard him speak so much. At first, he was quiet and awkward. I mean he still is but not around me. He's fine around his friends though it's just with everyone else, he's very closed off. I appreciate he's comfortable enough to be like this with me.

"Go on then, what's the story?" I ask, taking another sip of wine.

"My story?" He laughs. I nod, "why do you tell me yours and I might tell you mine."

"Fair enough. Uhm... Where do I even start?" I look over at him.

"Start with what's most hard right now." He says calmly, looking away again to take another drag.

"Before I start, you can just take off your mask. I'm not looking. I don't have covid or some shit. You won't get ill--"

"I just don't like people seeing my face. I had an accident where I gained a scar that ... Is quite hideous really." He shrugs.

"You think I care about a scar? I have scars all over me. My body is laced in them. That's why I wear what I wear so I won't ever judge you for a face scar that wasn't even your fault." I keep looking down at my wine

"Thank you, and it means a lot but I'm just not comfortable with it right now." He mumbles. I decide to leave it alone, if he doesn't want to show me, he doesn't have to.

I decide it's best to carry on with our conversation at hand.

"Uhmmm... I made a mistake, a year or two ago. I dated this guy called Mak. At first he was wonderful, adoring, loveable. Absolutely perfect but he just became more mentally abusive. He locked me in a cage I didn't think I could even find the key to. I lost my friends, he stopped me from seeing my little brother. He did a lot actually but when I managed to leave him, I was just really really depressed. I tried everything, I got a new dog, switched jobs all the time, I even moves from my home in Newcastle to Arizona. Nothing helped so when I saw the ad for this place, I thought it'd be nice so I could be somewhere else, have a bit of a break and meet new people to make friends with and I think.... I have made a friend." I smile at him. He chuckles and passes me the joint back. I take a drag, watching him sit up in his seat.

"Yea. I'm glad we're friends honestly. If you didn't know by now, I'm a streamer and singer. I uh... I've been struggling with a lot of medical stuff such as something that contributes to my voice called gerd. Im terrified someone will find out who I am so it really does put me down mentally. When Rachell suggested Sykkuno and I going with her to this place, I was against it at first just because I didn't know if people here would know who I am but eventually they convinced me and here we are." He explains.

"I do listen to your music actually... And I have heard of you as a streamer but I didn't want to say anything incase you got uncomfortable." I come clean, letting the smoke from the joint in my mouth pour out.

"Right-" he nods slowly and hesitantly looks up at me, "please don't tell anyone or leak my face. Especially after what I just told you."

"No fuck no! I'd never!" I shake my head.

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