𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑵. 𝗿 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗲.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰

Demi Moore stared back at herself in the mirror. She hated what she saw looking back at her. Her pin-straight blonde her was a cottery mess, and her eyes were deader than a ghosts. Her skin was dry and bruised, and the shame in her expression haunted her. How did she let herself end up this way? How did she go from being a happy, little girl, with a family who adored her, to a homeless teenager with nothing left to live for?

She gave herself a whole hour to simply sit on Robby's twin-sized bed and think. Demi couldn't remember why she came here, why she thought running for help would be a good idea. Regret pooled in her stomach when she began to think of what would happen next, now that she'd done this. Demi could've easily found a bus bench to sleep on for the night, but she came here like a coward instead. She hated the idea of getting help, after being pushed away so many times, but last night she really wasn't in the right frame of mind. She wasn't thinking as logically as she usually did, and she regretted it so much now that she was awake.

Demi hardly knew why she came here though. She and Robby only ever knew each other for what? A week? And he was the first person she thought of to come to. Maybe it was because she knew everybody else would think down on her. Maybe it was because she knew every single other person she'd met in her missing years would've taken advantage of her poor state. How sick was that? In her whole life, out of all the bonds she'd made in the last three years, there was only one person who didn't treat her like a tool. There was only a single human being she could feel safe enough to stay over in their house.

Brushing her hair over her shoulders, she clenched her jaw and nodded to herself in the mirror. Her appearance may have looked a mess, but she was going to make sure that when anybody saw her, they'd think far from it. She was in control and intimidating, nobody would question her. No one would see Demi Moore fall apart. She'd lived too many lives now, nothing could affect her anymore.

There was a soft tap against the wooden bedroom door. Robby's room was really small, and it just looked like an average teenage boy's room, and Demi liked that. She wasn't used to seeing things that looked so homey. She hadn't been inside a real home in forever.

"Hey, uh, I didn't know how long you'd sleep for, but I got you these to wear," Robby Keene said when she opened up the door, holding a pair of grey sweats. "Sorry I don't have a sister or anything." He chuckled softly, but his eyes only held concern for the girl in front of him.

Demi hated it. Sympathy was the worst and she knew she'd put this on herself. What the hell was she thinking, knowing on someone's door at five in the morning holding back tears?

"Yeah, thanks," she said shortly, taking the warm set of clothes. They were so thick and real, nothing like anything she usually wore.

Robby nodded back. "I'll just be in there still," he told her. "Want anything for lunch?"

Demi's eyes widened a little and she turned to her side, where a digital clock was sat on Robby's bedside table. 15:00. Jesus. "I'm good," she said, slowly shutting the door again. God, she hated speaking to people when they felt sorry for her. It felt icky and disgusting on her skin.

Sighing, she laid out the clothes on the bed. She'd grab a shower somewhere once she was out of her. For now, she just needed to focus on getting out. She couldn't face Robby anymore, full of embarrassment and shame for her actions last night. She still couldn't comprehend how she allowed herself to do something so stupid.

Robby's grey sweats were so warm on her, and they didn't stick to her skin like tape, and there was no lace to make her itchy and uncomfortable. It was just simple, baggy clothes, and it felt so strange to be wearing them. She looked at herself in the mirror, with her arms hugging her waist. She almost had that same sad, wondrous gaze she had as a kid. She felt like a kid again. Scared and alone, confused why everyone was shouting so loud and why Daddy was so mad.