To rebuild our home

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Epilogue

Jon's POV

The next day we went to the same doctor who did the check up's on me in the hospital to get the wound checked out for any possible deeper damage under neath the layer of my skin. But thankfully besides a small reopening of the wound and the bursting of a slim vein near that wound there wasn't any more damage that could lead to a permanent issue for me. It got stiched up again and then I was able to leave again.

After a month or two the wound finally healed up after being way more careful then before with my body and I didn't felt any pain from it or from the cuts on my arms anymore. The cuts on my arms had also healed over, but as well as on my chest the white scars they could be seen were once my skin has been littered with open cuts were still pretty noticeable.

This made me a little more insecure about my body and I was once in a while regretting what I have done for myself. But Eduardo as well as Mark didn't cared for the way that I looked. They only told me that my scars are just a sign of the things that I was able to endure and a sign for how tough I actually was to survive through the lowest part of my life. The most important thing for them was that I thankfully stayed alive and that my suicide attempts didn't worked out.

I told them about my second suicide attempt since we promised that we wouldn't keep any important secrets from each other. They were shocked and saddened to hear that I almost succeeded in taking my own life, but also thankfully that Tom was there to save me and glad to see that I survived this as well.

Mark became even kinder to me as time went by. He would ask me every single day how I am feeling and talk with me like friends would talk to each other about things that one finds interesting or even funny. This was a great development, because not only has he went from barely or sometimes not at all talking to me to talking to me every day even about more personal things. He also read out to me some of his favorite books, since he thought that it would be great to share some of his favorite things with me.

I loved hearing him read out for me, it made me felt at ease and also it was so soothing hearing him out as he was passionately reading the story's that he loved the most while adjusting his voice to fit more to the characters from the book. He did an amazing job while doing so and thanked him every time after waisting his time to read those stories aloud for me.

Eduardo also went through a great personal change. He was beginning to curse way less around the house and never yelled at me harshly or hurted me physically or emotionally again as he said. He let me decide over way more things like what we should watch on the television or what I wanted for dinner and besides this he also talked to me as a friend way more then before. Sometimes I would screw something over and he would talk to me with his voice raised a little more than if he would just talk to me normally. But he wouldn't completely burst out in rage like before, he learned how to react when he felt that a wave of anger was about to take control of his body and was always able to catch himself by humming or doing breathing exercises to prevent any outbursts.

He took care of my sounds and later on my scars, talked to me always in a friendly way and always said that he would talk to me or hug me at any time of the day when I felt like talking or when I just wanted to be comforted. He was once again not only my friend but also my biggest role model. So I trained to become stronger with the help of Eduardo and in the end my body was not only stronger but also healthier.

So I guess that I also went through a positive development, because not only my body but also my mental health got better. I regained a healthy mindset and after shying away from doing any household because of my bad experiences, I was finally able to do some things around the house on my own with only a few mess ups here and there that weren't all to grave. So I was every so often being told how good of a job I did by doing whatever I did and received besides a praise also a smile from one or from the both of them.

At the end of the story I was now finally truly able to call this not only a house but more of a home were I was living with my best friends.